The number 3

It's been said that bad things tend to happen in 3's. I wonder if the same is true of good things? So far it's been a decent week. Tuesday I woke up at 6:00 AM (I didn't even know there was a 6:00 AM) for the second round of course selection. After being royally screwed the first time, I was not only able to get the two film classes I wanted, but also change my Shakespeare course from the un-Godly 9:00 AM (I hate mornings, can you tell?) to a more reasonable hour. Score. I pretty much have all my classes the exact way I want them next year.

Then today, despite all conventional wisdom, I actually passed my driving test. All the highway stuff went well (I do drive on the freeway a lot), plus I actually managed to parallel park on the first try! I really just got lucky. I'd have done as well had I had my eyes closed, I'm sure. So I now have my G licence and can drink and drive (well, I can have one or two). More importantly, I never have to take another driving exam ever! Very nice. The classes I want, plus a full licence...pretty good so far. Now what about number three?

Perhaps I'll win the lottery, likely not. It'd be nice, but that's probably asking too much. There is one thing I know that'd be great, but it's probably asking too much as well. I'm not even going to mention it, for fear on jinxing myself. Perhaps even expecting anything to happen is me setting myself up for a letdown. I tend to do that all the time. I was pessimistic in regards to me getting the courses I wanted and didn't give myself much chance of passing the test. Both worked out. So I have no reason not to be optimistic that maybe something else nice might happen, something unexpected. People often tell me that I have a bad attitude, it being at least part of the reason things never happen to me. Well, I'm hopeful, I'm optimistic. Let's see what happens with a positive outlook. Let's see if God or the cosmos or whatever is truly against me or if perhaps, I get thrown a bone here and there.