boxers
I'm very superstitious and afraid of breaking custom. Routine is my worst friend and change is my closest enemy. Mad props to anyone who know where I got that nonsensical wording from.
So I've always had two pairs of lucky underwear, with distinctive designs from the rest of my underwear. For the past few years it's been the same two pairs, both of which had designs far too embarrassing to describe here. There was only one rule: they would not be effective if the two pairs were worn on consecutive days. Also, for freshman and sophomore year I couldn't wear them on weekdays because we had PE those years, and the designs were far too embarrassing to reveal, which basically restricted them to being worn on weekends, which sucked. But yeah, I've always believed they were lucky, since superstitions are awesome.
So I outgrew that old set of boxers and got a new set, so naturally I had to designate two pairs as being lucky. None of them had any especially embarrassing designs, so finally settled on the two pairs with the lightest colors. Last Friday I wore one of the pairs and had a pretty good day, so that was nice. Mainly it was for Russ's birthday dinner, and I'm pretty happy with the way that day turned out. Today I felt I could use some luck too, so I wore the other pair.
Today was a rather shitty day. Before I left school without eating the customary mint; breaking custom = BAD. In the morning I got my Calculus test back, which I got a 23/31 on. I'm getting like a D in the class, but whatever, I have time to recover. And I wore my heavy jacket today, even though it turned sunny at approximately 8 am. And yeah...I just wasn't feeling it today. I was a long day. So I figure I should just put this pair into the backup pile that I'm never going to wear unless it's an emergency, and try another pair out as a lucky pair.
And now I have a headache. Fucking boxers...
By the way, this Yellowcard song is from the Spiderman 2 Soundtrack and it is like so totally awesome.
So I've always had two pairs of lucky underwear, with distinctive designs from the rest of my underwear. For the past few years it's been the same two pairs, both of which had designs far too embarrassing to describe here. There was only one rule: they would not be effective if the two pairs were worn on consecutive days. Also, for freshman and sophomore year I couldn't wear them on weekdays because we had PE those years, and the designs were far too embarrassing to reveal, which basically restricted them to being worn on weekends, which sucked. But yeah, I've always believed they were lucky, since superstitions are awesome.
So I outgrew that old set of boxers and got a new set, so naturally I had to designate two pairs as being lucky. None of them had any especially embarrassing designs, so finally settled on the two pairs with the lightest colors. Last Friday I wore one of the pairs and had a pretty good day, so that was nice. Mainly it was for Russ's birthday dinner, and I'm pretty happy with the way that day turned out. Today I felt I could use some luck too, so I wore the other pair.
Today was a rather shitty day. Before I left school without eating the customary mint; breaking custom = BAD. In the morning I got my Calculus test back, which I got a 23/31 on. I'm getting like a D in the class, but whatever, I have time to recover. And I wore my heavy jacket today, even though it turned sunny at approximately 8 am. And yeah...I just wasn't feeling it today. I was a long day. So I figure I should just put this pair into the backup pile that I'm never going to wear unless it's an emergency, and try another pair out as a lucky pair.
And now I have a headache. Fucking boxers...
By the way, this Yellowcard song is from the Spiderman 2 Soundtrack and it is like so totally awesome.