Good luck, I think not.

Saturday night I met up with a friend and her husband for dinner. A study break well spent. After dinner we went for a lovely stroll downtown. It's a bug, It's the wind, No, it is bird poop. That's right. I couldn't make up something like this. My lovely stroll was ruined by a bird with bad aim (actually hit the center of my head, but bad aim none the less). This stuff only happens to me. People claim that it is good luck to get pooped on, but who are they kidding. Lesson learned, hitting the books again. No more study breaks for me.