September 1st, 2009

I dropped my big ornate mirror this morning, and today’s just been the absolute worst! I legitimately slipped on a banana peel like a cartoon character on my way to my Graphic Arts class. I didn’t really get the superstition of “you break a mirror, you get seven years of bad luck”. I’m one of those people that, by default, are skeptics of things like the supernatural or luck. At the same time, I would genuinely like to have concrete proof that those things exist. So right now, I’m on the fence. Does my bad luck today mean that that superstition was real? Or is it just a coincidence? All I’m saying is that if a griffin crashes into my window tomorrow and personally swipes me up to transport me to Fantasy Horseshit World while talking about me being the reincarnation of some ancient hero, I’m all for it! It just has to actually HAPPEN first. I was, i swear to god for lack of a better term please DO NOT KILL ME, a really big chuunibyou as a kid. I genuinely believed for way, way too long that I would somehow sprout wings if I unlocked my “inner gate”. What that means, I could not tell you. I mostly let go of that in high school, thank god. At the same time, maybe part of me still wants to believe. Listen, strange and ominous griffin outside my door, you’ve got my number! Ring me up.