Today in my teenage angst, I'm superstitious. Day 13 was the classic - or annoying depending who you are - what's in your bag. My bag changes every day, depending where I'm going and what I'm doing. Nothing is constant. Nothing. Except my water bottle, but that's not very interesting. I do have a little bag, tho of things I always want and but never have so maybe I'll write about that later.
So I'm skipping Day 13 and going straight to Day 14: Something you're reading. Winter's Bone by Daniel Woodrell. I'm most excited to watch the movie when I'm done reading it.