May 13, 2005 23:59
School. Home. Haircut. Home. Tim’s car. Home.
Good day overall. School was very entertaining. I laughed a lot. At some points it hurt. Galen’s fish-killing story was probably the highlight. My haircut looks gay. Wicked gay. I assume everyone will be over it by Wednesday. But until then… So me and Tim were driving down High Street when a black cat darts athwart the road. Right across our path. The nerve. We had to pull over for a good 5 minutes to clear our heads. Friday the 13th is unlucky, but it’s Saturday the 14th when the shock is over and you finally realize how fucked up the world was the day before. Oh, and when I was like 7 or something I rode my big wheel like a scooter and broke my pinky on Saturday the 14th. I think that’s the only Saturday the 14th I remember. I also remember Friday the 13th 2000 in October. It was Molly’s 13th birthday and a full moon. She miraculously survived. I learned Kashmir on bass while I was home. If I could have 2 highlights of my day then that would probably be one of them. But I can’t. So it isn’t. Now I’m going to bed because I have baseball.
In any 400-year cycle, there are 687 Sundays, 685 Mondays, 685 Tuesdays, 687 Wednesdays, 684 Thursdays, 688 Fridays, and 684 Saturdays.
Friday the Thirteenth occurs between one and three times a year.