Friday the 13th.

We all know about Friday the 13th. Supposedly it's the day when bad luck finds you and bites you right in the ass. Well...until last friday I didn't buy into all that. Okay so let me start my day off for you.

So 5:30 when my alarm clock was supposed to go off, the power cut off while I was sleeping, reseting my clocks settings. On top off that, I fell back asleep after getting ready that morning, because I had extra time...and missed my bus.

You have got to be fucking kidding me right now.

So I walked...and luckaly found a ride to school later from a friend. That was probably the only lucky thing that happened to me that whole day. Other than that, I had attendence try and tell me I didn't go to school all day, because she didn't see my name when I checked in. Fer real? I only missed my first block because my ass was walking to school putita. I told her that too.

Then lunch time comes around...and you know it, I forget my effing lunch money. So I'm hungry, tired, annoyed, and pretty much done. So other then those highlights, what else off the record happened to me that day...I cut my finger, I stepped in mud with my white nikes, my fucking MP Tres player dies on the bus because it was on the whole day in my bag. Really?

I guess it's believable. Because there is no way in hell that all that bad stuff one after the other happens to one person in the same day. So fuck what you heard...bad luck is real trick.