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EliseBeeYT Released Jan 06, 2013

Once, I went to a birthday party for a friend. I think it was in 3rd grade. I could be wrong though. Anyway, she got a hermit crab as a gift, complete with a little cage and everything. However, as she was unwrapping it, she dropped the cage (with the crab inside). The crab was still alive, so she named it Lucky.

As I remember, Lucky lived for a few weeks/months afterwards.

I don't know if I believe in luck. All I know is that I'm always told that a career in musical theatre is based on a combination of talent, willingness to work, and luck. Or something like that. I can't remember exactly what it is right now.

I guess finding this website was "lucky". I was on Twitter, and it occurred to me that I wasn't following Joseph Gordon-Levitt (I know that he's known on here as RegularJoe or just Joe, but before this site, I always referred to him by his full name). I went to follow him and saw the link in his little Twitter bio thing. I clicked the link and fell in love.

There's a scene in the movie Grease that I just thought of. It's right before they start racing the cars, and one of the girls finds a penny next to the car. She picks it up and says "Find a penny, pick it up, and all day you'll have good luck!" She gives it to the guy who's going to drive the car, he drops it, and while picking it up, he gets hit on the head with the car door.

I like picking up lucky pennies, even if luck is a thing that I don't put much value into. Unless they're lying on the floor in someplace gross.

One time, my friend Anna was driving me home from her house, and a deer jumped out in front of her car. She braked in time to avoid hitting the deer and it ran away really fast. We both started laughing out of shock and breathing really hard and our hearts were beating really fast. We continued acting this way for the rest of the car ride.

I only have one minute left to write.

There's this person that I know. He was one of my best friends for a while- I could tell him everything. I used to think I was lucky for having the opportunity to get to know him. Now, we don't talk much anymore. I miss him. I almost feel like our time for friendship has run out. Oh well. Knowing him was good enough. Knowing him was still lucky. I just wish it didn't have to end.