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I've always considered the 13th an unlucky day. More so on Friday's, but on Thursdays too. For example, on Holy Thursday last year, which was also the 13th, several tornadoes ripped across my town while I was at church. Not that anything happened to me - but that was an unlucky coincidence.

Now today, I feel even worse. Yesterday, I took this scholarship pre-test, where the top six scores from our school compete in the state exam. We got 50 minutes on 80 questions, and I guessed on about 20-25 of them. Now today, several kids told me that they only had to guess on four. Which makes me feel very sad - I specifically took it yesterday while they took it today so that I didn't have to deal with the "13th" consequences. And, I have homework from every single class, and a project that's due in 2 weeks, which is supposed to have 200+ pages of information in a binder. And I haven't even finished researching.

So overall, unlucky days (like the 13th) generally just get me down. Is anyone else "affected" by them?

shit yesterday was it an i never knew

WE ALL GONNA DIE! BAD LUCK IS GONNA KILL US AAAALL!

[/mocking of the irrationality of "bad luck"]

It's already over since 50 minutes ago here.

And nothing bad happened, either (apart from having to work until almost 11pm AGAIN) even though I totally realized on Thursday that it was going to be Friday 13th.

It's my birthday.

Friday the 13th is very lucky for me, I had my first date with hubby on a Friday the 13th.

In fact I had a really shit day today, but I think all 'bad luck' superstitions are a load of bull, so I will join Ifreann in mockage of your irrationality.

Well, this Friday the 13th is kind of crappy. I have a meeting I can't reschedule. It's my really close friend's birthday.

Both are at the same time. She's hurt that I can't attend.


Feh!

Friday the 13th is very lucky for me, I had my first date with hubby on a Friday the 13th.

Yay!
They're always good days for me. Tridecaphobia bites.
Besides, as irrational fears go, consider what it's worth to fear rational numbers vs. irrational ones.
http://library.advanced.org/10030/1rationa.htm

It's my birthday.

Virtual 'panky in order!

It's my birthday.
It is?!

Well, in this case it won't matter that it's already over here. Happy Birthday! :)

I had a good day :) http://www.freesmileys.org/emo/merv/juggle.gif

In some places, it's 17 that's unlucky . . .

I had such an emotional roller coaster of a day! I started out okay, though I was really upset about being the only person in my Lit class who thinks Hamlet really does love Ophelia, and is just protecting her from the harm he knows he'll do her. Then things started to slide down hill. I had my spare second block, and went to the library to study, but had to go alone, because my best friend was in the drama room, cleaning up the catwalk. I was trying to read Hamlet, but everyone was pissing me off by judging pregnant teens and talking about parties I wasn't invited to. So, I got my iPod, put on some sad songs really loudly, and did a character sketch of Claudius. I ended up getting really depressed, somewhat because I don't want Hamlet to die, but also because my Manbeast hadn't so much as looked at me in over a week. So I was almost crying in the corner of the library, then went to lunch being totally emo. There was this table set up to send birthday cards to a kid who is dying of leukemia, so I made two, at my bestie's request, but then she insisted that we spend the whole lunch at the table, making like thirty cards. And she called me unfeeling and mean when I said that having one person make a pile of cards defeated the whole purpose of the campaign. Thing is, when I get really upset, I get distracted and just stand there saying nothing while other people have a conversation in front of me. So I was like that today, and couldn't force myself to be a fun friend, because I was distracted by knowing that my manbeast was in the drama room, not with me.
We had drama first block after lunch, and I half wanted to catch manbeast, half didn't want to see him, because if seeing him meant seeing him with another girl, I didn't want to do it. But I decided my desire to see him outweighed my anger at him for ignoring me. I knew it was bad, but I was just so desperate to see him. So, when bestie decides she wants to be late for class to help put away the dying kid card table thing, I just storm off in a fit and say I'll see her in class. So I went into the drama room, and was standing around, telling an acquaintance how sad I was about Hamlet dying, and I see my manbeast walking towards me. I was like, "Oh, f.ck! He's probably going to completely snub me and walk away." But he didn't. He came up to me, and started talking, and we talked for a few minutes, and I made him late for the only class he actually goes to (oops). And I finally told him that he makes me ashamed to be white...lol. And he must be like a drug or something, because all of a sudden, I wasn't sad anymore, and I didn't feel distracted or like I was on another planet, and I was my usual chatter box self.
Things were pretty mediocre untill class ended, when me and another of my good/best friends went to the mall. We're walking around, eating Subway sandwichs, commenting on clothes, etc. when she asks me what time it is. I look at my watch, see "3.30", and think, "wow...three-thirty on Friday, April 13th....seems familiar." Five seconds later, I realise that I'm supposed to be meeting my driving instructer and home that very moment. I took the earliest bus I could home, but I didn't get back untill 4. My driving instructor left me a pissed off message, and my mum left me a "where the hell are you?!!!??" panicked message. I feel so, so awful. I rescheduled my lesson for tonight, but I don't want to go, because I just feel so guilty and idiotic. I totally don't know what happened...usually I have the memory of an elephant. I think this day must be cursed after all.

Sorry about the ridiculous length of the post, the colloquialisms, the wandering tenses, and the abuse of elipses.

I had such an emotional roller coaster of a day! I started out okay, though I was really upset about being the only person in my Lit class who thinks Hamlet really does love Ophelia, and is just protecting her from the harm he knows he'll do her. Then things started to slide down hill. I had my spare second block, and went to the library to study, but had to go alone, because my best friend was in the drama room, cleaning up the catwalk. I was trying to read Hamlet, but everyone was pissing me off by judging pregnant teens and talking about parties I wasn't invited to. So, I got my iPod, put on some sad songs really loudly, and did a character sketch of Claudius. I ended up getting really depressed, somewhat because I don't want Hamlet to die, but also because my Manbeast hadn't so much as looked at me in over a week. So I was almost crying in the corner of the library, then went to lunch being totally emo. There was this table set up to send birthday cards to a kid who is dying of leukemia, so I made two, at my bestie's request, but then she insisted that we spend the whole lunch at the table, making like thirty cards. And she called me unfeeling and mean when I said that having one person make a pile of cards defeated the whole purpose of the campaign. Thing is, when I get really upset, I get distracted and just stand their saying nothing while other people have a conversation in front of me. So I was like that today, and couldn't force myself to be a fun friend, because I was distracted by knowing that my manbeast was in the drama room, not with me.
We had drama first block after lunch, and I half wanted to catch manbeast, have didn't want to see him, because if seeing him meant seeing him with another girl, I didn't want to do it. But I decided my desire to see him outweighed my anger at him for ignoring me. I knew it was bad, but I was just so desperate to see him. So, when bestie decides she wants to be late for class to help put away the dying kid card table thing, I just storm off in a fit and say I'll see her in class. So I went into the drama room, and was standing around, telling an acquaintance how sad I was about Hamlet dying, and I see my manbeast walking towards me. I was like, "Oh, f.ck! He's probably going to completely snub me and walk away." But he didn't. He came up to me, and started talking, and we talked for a few minutes, and I made him late for the only class he actually goes to (oops). And I finally told him that he makes me ashamed to be white...lol. And he must be like a drug or something, because all of a sudden, I wasn't sad anymore, and I didn't feel distracted or like I was on another planet, and I was my usual chatter box self.
Things were pretty mediocre untill class ended, when me and another of my good/best friends went to the mall. We're walking around, eating Subway sandwichs, commenting on clothes, etc. when she asks me what time it is. I look at my watch, see "3.30", and think, "wow...three-thirty on Friday, April 13th....seems familiar." Five seconds later, I realise that I'm supposed to be meeting my driving instructer and home that very moment. I took the earliest bus I could home, but I didn't get back untill 4. My driving instructor left me a pissed off message, and my mum left me a "where the hell are you?!!!??" panicked message. I feel so, so awful. I rescheduled my lesson for tonight, but I don't want to go, because I just feel so guilty and idiotic. I totally don't know what happened...usually I have the memory of an elephant. I think this day must be cursed after all.

Sorry about the ridiculous length of the post, the colloquialisms, the wandering tenses, and the abuse of elipses.
Sounds like you were in drama every block :p

Sounds like you were in drama every block :p

Hehe...well, isn't that just high school for you?

WE ALL GONNA DIE! BAD LUCK IS GONNA KILL US AAAALL!

[/mocking of the irrationality of "bad luck"]

mock it all you want, but our hospital census (the number of people who end up in the hospital) rises on Friday the 13th and nights of the Full Moon and we've actually had no open beds on several days when Friday the 13th had a full moon.

oh and the Psych ward also beefs up their security on those days/nights. it's freaky...

*Snip*

Woah!

That was a lot of emotions and text!

My anniversary is on the 13th. Make it easy to remember. :D

Woah!

That was a lot of emotions and text!

Yeah...I guess you could say I had a bad day.

I worked today, and broke 2 mirrors and glass sugar packet holder.

BUT, pretty lucky that the boss wasn't there, so I won't get in trouble.

WE ALL GONNA DIE! BAD LUCK IS GONNA KILL US AAAALL!

[/mocking of the irrationality of "bad luck"]

Out of the five years that I used to live in Johnson County, Iowa (I've moved since then) there were about 3 instances when a tornado touched down in our county. Like, not just a warning, but an actual tornado. I'm not sure what date the first one happened on, but the second and third happend on the 13th.

I feel terrible today, and I can recall other small instances in my life where although maybe not super bad things (like tornadoes) happened on the 13th, but just smallish unlucky things that usually don't happen, or not that much. My irrationality is based off of my experience with the 13th day of the month - the fact that unlucky and bad things just seem to happen a lot more to me on those days.

Today is the day that the Templars fell.

My day wasn't bad. Still, to play it safe, I'm not going out tonight.

I did have some pretty fucked-up dreams this morning. But I attribute that to my weird brain, not to some superstitious nonsense, which I am of course above. I mean except for not going out tonight so as not to jinx things, that is.

Well, today had some very bad news for our family: one of my cousins (second degree) who was 3 years old has died. Actually, he sufered a massive heart failure tuesday, but today he was oficialy considered to be brain dead. Now the whole family is dealing with it and trying to help the parents, since his mother is the cousin of my mother.

Besides that, pretty average day. Before hearing the news I went out for a run, and actually improved my time, meaning I did 10km in 52 minutes.

I've always considered the 13th an unlucky day. More so on Friday's, but on Thursdays too. For example, on Holy Thursday last year, which was also the 13th, several tornadoes ripped across my town while I was at church. Not that anything happened to me - but that was an unlucky coincidence.

Now today, I feel even worse. Yesterday, I took this scholarship pre-test, where the top six scores from our school compete in the state exam. We got 50 minutes on 80 questions, and I guessed on about 20-25 of them. Now today, several kids told me that they only had to guess on four. Which makes me feel very sad - I specifically took it yesterday while they took it today so that I didn't have to deal with the "13th" consequences. And, I have homework from every single class, and a project that's due in 2 weeks, which is supposed to have 200+ pages of information in a binder. And I haven't even finished researching.

So overall, unlucky days (like the 13th) generally just get me down. Is anyone else "affected" by them?

I've always considered Friday the 13th a lucky day --- and I had a good one today.

I never viewed Friday the 13th as unlucky, no more so than other day in my life at any rate.

True, my co-worker/friend/ride to work showed up to take me in today and promptly got a call from her husband saying that their daughter just swallowed an entire bottle of Tylenol suspension drops. She rushed out the door and left me standing there. Meh... I just took a cab to work and called her to make sure her daughter was okay, which she is. And another day fades into the next...

200+ pages in a binder for a school project? WTF. Life's too short for that man.

I avoid the 13th thing by sensibly dating from the eides when necessary.

I didn't notice it was Friday the 13th until the girl in my math class mentioned. I considered it a good day overall.

<-- was born on Friday the 13th and I can tell you it's def. bad luck, I'm a walking bad luck charm.

This Friday was great for me! I was one of two people in my class that had a good day. :)

I can't remember any bad things that have happened to me on Friday the 13th.

In fact, yesterday was a good day. Collingwood had an excellent win over Richmond.

I had today off, so it was quite good for me.

Well, nothing on that scale happened to me today.

Just a few substantive indicators that I'm more than a little attracted to a guy I'm pretty sure is straight.

You openly mention that you were in Church... it wasn't a Holy Day to my knowledge... and yet you are superstitious?

Either The Church is doing a really great job or a really lousy job depending on what branch of Christianity you subscribe to.

It was a great day - just close your eyes and sleep.