So yeah, yesterday was friday the 13th right? For 16 years I have never believed in bad luck. Well, luck in general. I just thought Friday 13th was just another day to scare people and to give others opportunities to make money from movies, books etc. Oh how my opinions changed.

So, after a long year of waiting, the Lady Gaga tickets what i have been saving up for were finally due to go on sale at 9am. I cancelled holidays and denied clothes for this concert, so it is a pretty big deal for me. Having heard about the high demand for tickets, me and a friend woke up at 6am to get the tickets. 8:59 came, and we were on two computers each, frantically refreshing ticketmaster, get me in and ladygaga.com, in an effort to get the tickets first. At 9:00, all four of our screens lit up with the purchase page, we clicked 'buy' and patiently waited for the checkout page to load. By the time the next page came up, it was about 50 seconds past 9. The screen read 'Sorry, there are no tickets available' or some shit like that. Thinking the website was just playing up, we tried again, and again. and again. Untill finally we accepted that something was wrong. I rang up my uncle (he works in a box office) and asked him why we were getting the same message. He told us that the website sold all 60000 tickets in 50 seconds. So that was it. No tickets.

My dream ruined.

But wait thats not all. It seemed that £70 had vanished out of my bank account. I checked online, and it said i purchased something called 'LADY GAGA TICKET MASTER', when I couldnt have, I never had the chance to. I rang up the website and they claim that they have received no payment from me. So, no tickets and £70 vanished, I took a long, miserable walk with my dog. As I left the house, I noticed something in my bins. It was my GCSE artwork. I basically flipped my shit and ran in the house accusing everyone. It turned out my sister was trying to make me happy by cleaning my room, and thought that my (ill admit, very scruffy) artbook was old, and a piece of rubbish so she binned it. It was very hard for me not to be mad at her, and as i stormed out of my house, in rage, i tripped over, sprained my ankle and cut my face open. Because im such a tough cookie, I ignored my visable and physical pain, and raged towards the rape seed fields behind my house. Wallowing in my own pity, i raged out once more and with incredible strength out of nowhere, i threw my dogs ball. As he chased after it, a deer leaped out of the hedgerows, kicking my dog. I dont think he really got hurt, because he set off after it. And that was the last i saw him for about an hour. After searching, i finally saw my dog, running out from under a road, covered in shit and mud. And if that wasn't enough, he decided to leap on me, then shake, sending the shit flying and covering me.

So, on a dignified limp home, covered in shit, face red with rage, I tried to compose myself, telling myself that today couldnt get any worse. I showered and then finally layed in my bed. I decided to cheer myself up by making nutella on toast and watch mlp. As i finally settled down, nutella toast by my computer and my twisted foot wrapped up, the CD drive on my computer sprang open, knocking my nutella toast off the table. I didnt look, but I knew that if there was a god, he wouldn't do what just happened; the toast landed nutella down. This is where I lost it. I flipped my shit.

I deleted all the HUNDREDS of gaga songs from my computer, ripped down many posters in my room, threw my sisters keyboard outisde, and finally, broke down in tears.

My ankle hurt, my face hurt, my heart hurt, and whats worse is that i still had the smell of shit lingering on me faintly.

I left the house and limped to my friends, where we had irn bru, skittles and watched the Monster Ball.

We ended up laughing about the whole day, but then became very skeptic. After suffering the worst of luck I'm careful doing just about anything now. Next time the 13th day is on a friday, im not leaving my house.



TL;DR: I never got gaga tickets, i sprained my ankle, cut my face open then got covered in shit. My GCSE artwork is ruined and there is no god.

Listening to: Lady GaGa

Lady GaGa Drinking: Irn Bru