11:11. Sometimes I don’t even wish, I just feel like catching 11:11 on the clock is good luck.

I pick up pennies that are heads up. For pennies that aren’t heads up, I flip them over without picking them completely off the floor. That way, someone else can have good luck and I can have good karma.

I like unlucky things like black cats and walking under ladders. I’ve broken at least 3 mirrors (2 of which were my sideview mirror because in all the years I’ve had my license, I’ve only ever gotten into accidents with the side of my garage).

For some reason, I feel like catching 7:11 on the clock is bad luck. I think I made that up when I was in middle school or something.

I have these strawberry earrings that I had on for some event that happened that was good, and I decided they were my lucky earrings. I wear them with discretion. I don’t really think they’re lucky per se. It’s not so much that they make good things happen, but that usually when good things happen, I have them on. Nothing can go wrong with my strawberry earrings on, I always say.

Sometimes on my drive to school, I see a bluebird or blue jay flying around and always think, “Today’s going to be a good day.” I’ve never actually remembered to see if days that start with seeing a bluebird turn out to be good days, but I still think that every time I see one.

If I ever sprinkle too much salt into my hand, I’ll throw it over my left shoulder because that’s the shoulder the devil sits on, and the angel’s on the other side.

I consult the Magic 8 Ball with questions. Although, it doesn’t really count because I just shake it until I get the answer I want, but I always still feel as if the first answer is the truest.

I went to a psychic last summer and she said all good things about my future. All relatively accurate things, too. Of course, I don’t really believe in psychics, but I do believe in liking to hear that good things are going to happen in my life.

One morning, in high school, three of my favorite songs came on shuffle in a row, and it turned out to be one of the best days ever. I actually don’t remember what happened that day, but I know it started a superstition. First, I always always always only ever play anything on shuffle. If I pick a song, I’ll make sure the rest of the playlist is on shuffle. If I’m listening to a CD and want to listen to a specific song, I’ll just press next until the song I want to hear comes up. Also, I wake up to a CD alarm clock and I never change the CD. It’s been the same thing for a year and a half now. It was Fall Out Boy’s Take This to Your Grave almost all of high school. Some mornings, my favorite song plays (it’s on shuffle, of course) and I feel like I’m going to have a good day.

Disclaimer: I’m not really, really superstitious. I don’t necessarily believe in good and bad luck, but I just feel like some things are lucky and unlucky. Lucky things make me expect good things to happen, and then good things do. Unlucky things are irrelevant unless something bad ends up happening later on, in which case I’ll blame the tails up penny or something.