Speeding along as usual one day, I realized the way I drive, I probably have an unrealized death wish. Unrealized because of sheer luck. I am alive and doing well because of sheer luck. What if, though, there's someone out there who's extraordinarily lucky but doesn't realize it because really bad things keep happening to him and he walks away unaffected because they cancel each other out? Or is that person me, lamenting the little things that happen and not appreciating that my extraordinary luckiness has kept me unharmed thus far? Truthfulness would force me to admit that I am by no means an extraordinary student, not a very nice person either, if truth be told and have never had a hospital stay for anything worse than two stitches to the inside of my cheek because my brother and I decided to take a leap off the bunk bed together because we were bored.

Perhaps the flip side of being really lucky is to have horribly low self esteem because everything just falls into your lap without much effort. Would I get results half as good if I actually had to work for something I wanted instead of just having it handed to me if I should halfheartedly reach out for it?

Anyhow, ignore my ramblings, it's been a while since I've blogged and ludicrous thoughts seem to mutate when trapped inside your head with no outlet. Also, to everyone who's been commenting, thank you, and I haven't replied because I can't access the haloscan comments pop-up, thanks to the block on blogspot websites. LUMS has yet to call, but if they should, be warned, it is the aforementioned luck acting up again and I haven't done a thing to deserve it, taking the test in the half-assed manner that I did one fine sunday morning.