Let’s recap on the Julys from hell, shall we?
2009: Everything was actually going okay this year, save for the creepy stalker I gained, aka Jeffrey who soon became the epitome of my bad luck, but we’ll get to that later. On the day before my birthday, I got into the accident that would soon be the reason for the gap in my teeth. I spent my birthday in the hospital, in tears. There were wounds on my upper lip and my chin; it was like I had a Hitler mustache and a beard made out of scabs. Not a pretty picture, but that was me.
2010: This was hell. My class was giving me hell in a classroom for the entire month, and eventually the entire year. But they were ruthless on my birthday. I kept my mouth shut that it was my birthday because I didn’t want them to shit all over it by giving me half-assed greetings and then hearing them later on backstabbing me and telling people how gullible and stupid I was believing that they’d changed. I wasn’t about to give anyone that kind of satisfaction, but they still found out because they looked at the darn schedule and gave me the half-assed greeting I didn’t deserve. I spent my birthday that year crying on my parents’ shoulders and the only ray of light in that day was my birthday cake.
2011: Now this was a really bad year. July started with Jeffrey drifting away from me bit by bit and getting closer with that disgusting excuse for a human being Anna (little miss Senate Model, which means she’s as dirty as the politicians in the country). About two weeks before my birthday was when Anna tried to kill me by running me over with her SUV but narrowly missing ‘cause Stephanie like a ninja. =)) A week later, I told Jeffrey about what happened and he had the nerve to blow up at ME like I was the one who almost killed Anna. Words were exchanged and they were offensive and hurtful and effectively ended our friendship. On my birthday, my parents found out that I had a pen pal named Naomi and they blew up at me over that as well, effectively making the worst birthday I ever had. Oh, and there was also the matter of that stupid gorilla breaking my Kindle earlier on in the month and me being Kindle-less for about a week and a half.
2012: I spent three days in the hospital getting my blood tested; therefore, my blood was collected via syringe and you all know I hatezzz dem needles. And on the second extraction, the girl collecting was so brainless that she looked for the vein when the syringe needle was INSIDE my arm already, so it hurt like hell and now I have a mark there because of her. And then the sample she collected was clotted so I had to go back to the hospital at 9pm and have another extraction done, this time with a vein in my hand, which made me vaguely feel like Wolverine. And as if that wasn’t enough, earlier today my Mac mini suddenly shut down on me and now we can’t turn it back on. My dad suspects it’s the power supply, but we can only test out that theory on Monday at his office. It’s only Sunday early morning. And if it’s not the power supply, there’s good news and bad news. Good news is that my dad would buy me another Mac Mini. Bad news? My entire career and all my libraries (music, books, etc.) are in the old one. And we have no idea how to extract the files from the old one’s hard drive. If that’s even possible.
So, what do you think? Is my July cursed or am I just paranoid? Mind you, bad luck has haunted me for four years on this month.
