friday the 13th edition, yo!
1. Are you superstitious?
not so much, no. friday the 13th means precious little to me. but you know. i *did* have a lucky sports bra for basketball, worn for every game (BUT WASHED IN BETWEEN, YO!) and such. i have a little ritual i do before getting on an airplane that the rockstar told me to do the first time i ever flew. small things, but nothing about umbrellas or ladders or any of that ish.
2. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition?
i’ve heard of some people completely freaking over stupid shit. and this dude i graduated HS with nearly cried if you broke his blue rubber band he’d wear on his wrist. insanity, yo.
3. Believer or not, what’s your favorite superstition?
hmmm…is mistletoe a superstitious thing? or kisses on new year’s? i dunno. i used to get four leaf clover plants from my gram for st. patrick’s day every year. but no more. but i really liked them, i thought they were cool.
4. Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a lucky number/article of clothing/ritual?
of course. or karma. sometimes you get hella lucky. like when my paycheck was returned, and jetta’s wallet was found.
my lucky # is 9, or rather, favorite number. i have a lucky sports bra. i had a lucky charm that i carried around, but i lost it — which is odd because when that happened i had a bout of good luck.
i have a ritual i do when i fly (see above) where i always touch the actual plane with my right hand by the door. it brought me immense comfort the first time i flew because i’m afraid of heights and flying and was so miserable to be leaving at that point that something as stupid as that made me feel better.
5. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?
not so much, no. it’s just not my bag.
and with that i have done my friday five on an actual friday, yo!!! ::rock:: in other news, i’m out for drinkies at the sidebar with the peeps. yay! i’m a sidebar virgin, yo. never been. and it’s apparently hella close to the office for job #1. yay squared! ooh and the assmunchkin’s lil sister is in town and he’s going to bring her out to meet everyone.
hahahahahaha.
i could not imagine introducing my younger sibling to all the peeps. then again he’s EIGHT YEARS OLD, ya heard. bringing a baby into a bar is just too klassy…
oh wow, cold medicine is getttin’ to me. and i’m off (in 35 minutes…)
