Bad omens

(In case you're wondering why this entry wasn't here earlier, yes, I forgot to hit the "publish" button.)

Today's my favorite holiday of the year. Halloween. I had to be at Jesse I's place by 2:00PM. We along with Andres, Jesse II, Ian, and Kevin were to meet then to take a van to Monster Massive. Yes, I'm going - not with my usual raver buddies, but with my Capoeira class - to a rave.

I spent last night/early morning at FedEx to print out the wolfpack tattoo from Twilight, which Stef (being the artist she is) would use to draw it on my arm. I was scheduled to meet with Stef at 12 noon. I rushed out the door a little past 12 to meet her ... and my car was gone! My mommy stole it. Fuck! Her excuse was that the tires were flat and other shit. I tried to find the keys to her car to likewise jack it to meet with Stef. But nothing. I was stranded. FUCK! Roid rage set in and I kicked my mommy's bucket ... but it was unexpectedly so fragile that it shattered! FUUUUUUUUCK! My mommy looked like she was about to cry about the bucket when I finally got my car back and sped off.

Bad omen #1: I kicked the bucket.

Stef drew the tattoo on my arm, gave me a little mysterious box that I still haven't opened, and recommended Virgil's Hardware store to find something to fix the bucket. Virgil's Hardware sold me some water-proof cement. I got to work to fix my mommy's shattered bucket like a puzzle. But saw that it was 2:00PM. [Insert another F-word here.]

Got to Jesse I's at 2:30PM. Andres and Jesse II arrived.

ANDRES: Guys, on our way here, a bird crashed into our windshield. There were feather's and blood everywhere!
EVERYONE: (silence)
ANDRES: We looked at each other and were like, "Did that just happen?" Guys ... that's a bad omen!

Bad omen #2: We "sacrificed" a bird.

On the road now.