Posted on 10/22/2008 9:52:17 AM PDT by PJ-Comix
Me? I slept through most of my HS senior year and still was in upper third of class. No superstitions or ugly girls, but it might have been, are you ready?, The Power of Relaxation. If I hadn’t learned by my senior year what HS had to teach, I wasn’t going to learn it in the last year.
what bad happened to the car then? otherwise, bad luck indeed for the kitty
“I Ain’t Superstitious” by Willie Dixon (father of the Blues)
Meet me on the bottom,
Bring me my running shoes.
When i come out the window,
We ain’t got time to lose.
Well i ain’t superstitious,
But a black cat crossed my trail.
Don’t brush me with my broom, babe,
I just might land in jail.
Well my right hand itchin’, babe,
I get smothered by the shore.
Look down you engine, babe,
But somebody got to go.
Meet me on the bottom, babe,
Bring me my running shoes.
When i come out the window, babe,
We ain’t got time to lose.
Well i hope you are listening,
When i come streaking by.
Got a bad old man, babe,
And i’m too young to die.
Well i ain’t superstitious,
But a black cat crossed my trail.
Don’t brush me with my broom, babe,
I just might land in jail.
Dogs been barking
All around my neighborhood.
You give a sign, babe,
Ain’t do nobody no good.
Well, I notice that the less time I have to make it from the bus stop to work, the more likely it is that some sort of time-consuming shenanigans will occur on the bus. However, I think that’s a variation on Murphy’s Law.
Another superstition/habit I have is I always take a tootsie pop or something sugary with me to eat while I’m taking an exam. The one time in the last year or so that I forgot one, the professor just randomly happened to bring in some cookies for the class that day.
When I was a kid, I had a few interesting ones, although I’m not sure whether these are ordinary superstitions, cause some of them aren’t. I’d make sure to take two steps on every sidewalk tile, not stepping on the cracks. I’d rinse a cup out three times before using it if I was drinking tap water. I always kept everything that came in multiple colors in color order, to the point where my sock drawer looked like it was a color-picker for a Paint program or something. If I had to knock on a door, I’d always knock three times. I know there was more, but I just can’t remember that much.
Those were indicators of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
Just sayin'.
Wouldn’t it be ironic if her superstition was to purposely miss the bus on test days because she seemed to get better scores when that happened?
That was you?
My kids hate you.
Well, it doesn’t really matter, cause I don’t do all those things these days... heck, I don’t even bother to put my socks in pairs any more. Although, I do put my 5 or 6 non-black t-shirts in color order but that’s just cause they look pretty like that.
It was in Germany, in a little rural village in the wee hours of the morning. I got out but couldn’t find the little guy - he may have just gotten knicked and taken off into the fields. I sure hoped so - I love black cats (we have two). I was traumatized so I guess it was bad luck for me too!
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