this is more for me, to help me figure out why the things that are happening, are happening..

thursday, the 12th, i felt overwhelmingly sad.  i cried myself to sleep.  i didn't sleep well that night.

friday, the 13th i was afraid something bad was going to happen. my day started off pretty good.  i found out about a raise i was getting from work, and then i got a free latte..although just by chance..they had made it wrong for someone else.  when i got to work, i texted my friend: "it's friday the 13th, and im having a really good day. its making me nervous."  she replied.."dont be scared."  not 5 minutes later, the same friend texted me back, saying "my grandpa died."  irony?  coincidence?  satan?  i don't fucking know.  it gets better...

I left work to go be with her. we ended up going to visit a friend in geneseo. we stopped for food.  my total at the restaurant came to $6.66.  i was freaking out. when we got back to my friend's dorm, i checked my myspace. now, this may be stretching it, but my profile views when i checked it were at 2,666.

the rest of the night went fine.  saturday morning when i got home, my mom told me my uncle was in the hospital, he had a seizure. she also told me that that morning, there was a car accident in front of my house.  they were driving a brand new car and the steering randomly stopped working and he lost control.  weird.

saturday night i went to buffalo to visit some friends. on sunday, i drove one of my buffalo friend's car. we almost got in a car accident. the person in front of me slammed their breaks on in the middle of the road, out of anger. i swirved to miss them, and only missed them by an inch. literally.

Monday, on my way to school a truck swirved into my lane, almost killing me.  there was a couch in the middle of the HIGHWAY.

seriously.  what the hell.

is there really such thing as fate?  or what about some evil force?  the past few days have made me feel like i was in Final Destination.

who knows?  i don't.