Happy Friday the 13th

Hello friends. Enjoying your three day weekend? I slept until 11 and then for about three hours did absolutely nothing but cleaning and cooking. Then, I ran out of things to do. So I decided to relax. So While I was drinking tea, cuddling with my blanket, listening to Iron and Wine and The Decemberists, I was musing about life and I glanced at the calander on my wall and asked myself. "Where did the whole evil 13 thing come from." So, I decided to do some reasearch. What the hell, I had nothing else to do, so why not learn something. So I found out that the superstition is believed to be fading, but it has deep roots in both Christian and pagan culture.

Many Christians have believed for a long time that Friday was unlucky because it was the day of the week when Jesus was crucified. (I sure as hell like Fridays) The number 13 is thought to be bad luck because there were 13 people at The Last Supper.

Then it was During the Middle Ages that the superstition grew.

"On Friday, October 13, 1307, King Philip IV of France ordered the arrests of Jaques de Molay, Grand Master of the Knights Templars and sixty of his senior knights in Paris. Thousands of others were arrested elsewhere in the country."

This Kind then used torture techniques to get the Templars to "confess" to doing something wrong, most were eventually executed and sympathizers of the Templars then condemned Friday the 13th as an evil day.


So after satisfying my curiosity, I got bored out of my mine. Nobody was on msn so I began searching for tour dates of my favorite bands. Nothing. Then I searched online stores for the winter formal. Once again. Nothing. So I became bored out of my mind. It almost drove me to tears because my parents went to the bar, leaving me at home with nothing to do, and three different friends called asking to do something and I couldn't go because I didn't have a ride. I needed socialization. I had only went out once the week before and not many people were uptown so I haven't been with my other friends for about a month now. It's driving me insane. I hate being so far away and not having a job or liscence or car. I hate getting money from my parents when I know I could be making my own, but in Pella, getting a job is hard when Fareway is full. I could be a waitress at George's on Saturday and Sunday, but I wouldn't get enough money or hours with that. My only job offer left is at the meat locker..but I'd rather not clean up blood for a job. Plus, That would be walking over in the dark every night to this smelly place to clean up with a bunch of creepy hicks. Just not up to that.
I just want to get out of the house!
Right now, sleep sounds good.
So goodnight.
and remember
never walk under ladders ^_-