Someone reminded me that last Friday was Friday the 13th. This fact explained my hellish, lucky experience that day.

So on Friday the 13th, I woke up and was about to go back to sleep, but then I heard a strange sound coming from my bathroom. I thought it was just my water heater in the closet, but then I had to go pee, so I decided to head to the bathroom. When I saw the bathroom, I freaked out; the bathroom floor was caked with water! The previous day, I noticed my bathroom rug was soaked and wondered why (the rest of the floor was dry). Well, after seeing the bathroom on Friday, I now knew why the rug was drenched. What was strange was that the water on the floor was warm. I wondered where this water was coming from. The tub was also filling with water, but it wasn’t anywhere near overflowing. The toilet wasn’t overflowing at the time. I had to go pee, so I used the toilet; it obviously wouldn’t flush, so the water almost overflowed before I shut the valve. Pee-diluted water on my bathroom floor would have made my day much worse (although the thought of sewer water crossed my mind).

After my initial panic, I gave the landlord’s emergency number a call. She called a plumber, but the plumber wouldn’t be able to stop by for at least an hour. So while I waited, the water started to seep into to the carpet right next to the bathroom. I wasn’t going to let my living space be soaked with sh*twater, so I rushed to the Home Despot and bought a cheap wetvac. By the time the plumber left and I had vacuumed the bathroom floor, water had soaked the carpet about 2 feet past the bathroom door. I had to get the landlord to send a maintenance dude to rip up the carpet, cut out the soaked padding, and leave a fan running over the carpet for 2 days.

By the day’s end, I had emptied a container of bleach in my bathroom (I’m still iffy about taking a shower barefoot).

What happened, you may ask? Well, turns out, there was a clog in the apartment’s mainline close to the street. So it’s not my fault directly. However, because I was on the first floor, I was the “lucky” one to have the water backup into my bathroom. I blame my upstairs neighbor for taking a shower (that cheating whore).

I used to ignore that whole Friday the 13th bad luck belief. Well, after my experience, I’m a firm believer.

Yes, let’s buy a really expensive bottle of whiskey to celebrate Chris’ birthday, but not even a shot for me. Yes, let’s plan a weekend at Santa Barbara to celebrate his birthday, but not even have a dinner for me. yes, let’s NOT EVEN SAY A FUCKING ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’ to me.

Way to make me feel like a part of the group.

*&^*($@@!!!!! &*(%#!!! ^#@$!!! I’m mad. I’ll explain later.

So I went to church today for Easter. It was funny because I ended up having to goto church in the gym of Mission High. The mission was already at the maximum capacity about 15 minutes before mass started, so the fire marshal didn’t allow anymore people to go. Luckily they set up an overflow church in the high school gym. Once I got there, it was also packed! I ended up in the standing room next to a guy who reminded me of Steve Jobs. The music played today sounded awfully like the stuff you would hear in Christian rock CDs. I know one of the songs sung today was on one of those CDs too! Could the Catholic church be trying to woo in other Christian religions into converting?

After church I decided to stop by Subway to get a quick lunch. So I park my car in front of the store and get a teriyaki sandwich. I head back to the car and thought that a caramel frap sounded good, so I’d make a stop by Starbucks. I put the key in and turn; nothing happens. The radio goes on, but the engine sits there quietly. No cranking, no struggling, just nothing! So I tried calling my dad for advice, but he wasn’t home. His cell was off, so he must have gone to church. My brother told me to just get the car towed. So I call AAA and get it towed back to campus. This blows.

Someone is offering me a loaded iBook 800MHz for $650 including shipping. Should I take it?

Okay, can someone tell me how simply saying “No, I’ll just have 3 taco supremes” result in me getting an order of 2 chicken border bowls and an order of cinnamon twists?

I hate Taco Bell sometimes. This disaster ranks high in my list of fast food fiascos. It still doesn’t top Bob’s Arch Deluxe that had nothing but a patty and mayo. Oh, and that one time we waited for like 10 minutes at Taco Bell for a simple order of cinnamon twists, when it was just waiting on their shelf. Oh, and that one time at Burger King where my strawberry milkshake just ended up being vanilla milkshake with strawberry shake concentrate on the bottom.