I really do think I have the ability of forecasting, now I'm a lil weary about what I post, my last post's title of my friends number (of course aterisked out for her privacy) from her text to me on aol about what she was doing at the moment. So today I get a phone call from some 217 area code number I think...I didnt pick up, I'm shady. Well after listening to my voicemail i found out it was her. She called again, I answered to hear her go off how someone stole her bag at the gym which had her cell phone and keys in it. The joys of Harlem. I could leave 50 bucks lay out in my car with the doors unlocked and not even 2nd guess about leaving my car unlocked here. Some things are just better at home in the country. Yesterday after the construction guys were pouring the cement for our foundation at our new house, the cement truck broke down and needed to be towed. ..now I believe in bad omens and getting jinxed but this can't be good. The house that had stood they're b4 we tore it down was a really old farmhouse that my grandparents had once lived in and then after they built their new home, they rented it out and I still believe to this day, that, that home was haunted. Many strange things happened there and guy who grew up in the house, yea I know him, small town, he farms the land that my gram owns, well he even told me that him and his sister's thought it was and he's in his 50's so yea anyways, I'm pretty convinced that, whatever was there, is prolly pissed off we tore their house down and making havoc to the land to produce something nice. I will let everyone know how it goes once we move in, if we get in and if i survive long enough to post about it. Before the old house was tore down me and my friend went in and walked around with my electromagnetic detector thing..i bought it off ebay. So we got sick of holding the button around while we walked, close to each other very close to each other, have u know it, the power had been cut off from the house, so yea we're like this sucks, we need somethin to fit in the button pusher downer slot thing, and we both conclude a dime would be nice size, we look around, look around some more, check our pockets, then what do we spot laying all by itself on the bar, a nice dime. weeird. nothing went off wierd on my meter but that doesnt prove anything. I've told my family about the theory of the ghosts being pissed off. They laugh. We'll see who gets the last laugh