I’m not the luckiest guy in the world. I’ve had random arbitrary moments walk over and literally beat me till I doubled over. Like the time I decided to gamble on my English final. IN EIGHTH GRADE MS PATTERSON . The professor told us there would be 3 poems that could possibly be analyzed. Thinking that I would win big, I spent all of my studying time (take or give a few minutes from 35) into one poem. This story doesn’t end well as i phailed in the most epic of manners. However, these last few days have basically been the pinnacle of my life in terms of luck. Other than a slight cold, the past moments in April were top. Over the last 2 weeks, my acquisitions have included a half a pound of UTZ brand Cheese Puffs, a brand spanking new iPod Touch 2nd Generation 16 GB, good grades from Chemistry, and a successful last dance performance. I don’t really know when this luckfest started, but it all has to do with the fact that APRIL was when it all started. So with half of April gone, I can only begin to conjure all the delightful things to happen in my coming future. But when all’s said and done, I have a feeling fate going to come back and smack me senseless to a place i belong. I’m not the luckiest guy in the world.

So here’s to my quest to finding luck to help it persevere till the end.

Here’s to the luck of the Irish:

Here’s to the luck of the Russians:

And lastly, here’s to the luck of Luck: