i carry bad luck around with me for some reason.
exhibit A: if i stood too close to the CD player at my ballet studio, it wouldn't play. if i walked to the other side of the room, it would.
exhibit B: I've managed to scare away almost all of my friends, and the ones that are left are either the ones that are as weird as me, or the ones who put up with me for short periods of time because they know i'd stalk them if they tried to run.
Exhibit C: random ironic bad-ish things happen to me. all the time.