Tonight’s estimated jackpot is $640 million dollars. I bought 8 tickets. Am I going to win? I can say with 99.999% certainty that I am not. But it’s optimism and hope that equals that 0.001% that I’ll win some cut of it.
Eight’s always been my favorite and one of my lucky numbers. That was also way before I found out the whole baat and faat thing in Chinese. But that doesn’t stop me from believing in Chinese superstitions. I also bought 3 tickets at Meijer, 2 tickets at one Shell station, and 3 more at another Shell station, which for anyone that knows about Chinese lucky number superstitions, 2 and 3 are also lucky numbers.
If I won that $640 million, what would I do? Would I buy a giant mansion in Beverly Hills and a Lambo? Probably not. I’d have to sit down and think about whether I could pay off the insurance for all of it, not to mention property tax for the mansion. $640 million, or really, $347 million after taxes, can only take you so far.
So if I’m not going to (overly) indulge myself, what would I do? Here’s a list of things I’d do.
Pay off my college education and pay back my parents what they’ve already lent me.
Make sure my sister has a college fund so my parents don’t have to worry about it.
Find some way for my grandma and my mom to be together until my grandma passes, either through bringing my grandma here or sending my mom to China.
Pay off my parents’ mortgage payments.
Remodel our house so my fam bam can be happy in it. Or move to a slightly bigger one if that’s what they want. Or move to be next door neighbors to Michael Jordan since he lives like 20 minutes away from us.
Set aside enough money so that my parents are taken care of for the rest of their lives. So that my dad can quit his job to pursue what he really wants to do and so that my mom has the state of the art kitchen since she loves cooking so much.
Disperse some money to some other adult figures who have had an impact on my life and helped me develop into the person that I am today. I’m not saying that I’m this gift to the world, but I think that my life could’ve taken turns in some places and I could’ve ended up in a bad place instead here at the University of Michigan.
Set aside enough money so that I can live comfortably for the rest of my life.
Give a small sum to some close friends. I’m thinking something along the lines of $500 each. There’s only a small group of them. I have an idea of a list. Because if you were to hit the jackpot, suddenly everyone’s your best friend. So if there’s only a few, you might ask, well, why don’t you give more? By this time, I’m fairly certain that I won’t have much left. It takes a lot of money just to sustain a comfortable living, much less an extravagant one. The list I have in my head is probably around 20 people. That’s already $10k.
Donate a portion of it to charities. I don’t know which ones, but I’m sure if the time ever came, I could think of a few. How much would I donate? I’d say a sizable portion of whatever I have left.
I’d set aside some money to travel the world with my fam bam. I’d set aside a little more money to travel the world again, but with my friends. If I was still rolling in the dough, I’d probably pay for their trip. There’s only three people I’d take with me. They know who they are.
At this point, I don’t know how much money I have left. I’d like to live in the Upper East Side, so I’d probably buy some corner apartment that I could make sure I could pay the property tax to. I’d also like to live abroad so maybe I’d do that for a couple years.
I’d take some time after graduating school to learn how to invest. Like, real investment. I’d like to invest a small portion of my money and see it (hopefully) grow.
Then whatever I have left, I’d put into the bank. Let the interest accrue.
If you read all that, I really applaud you. There’s two more hours until the lotto drawing. In the words of Effie Trinket: And may the odds be ever in your favor. Though I suppose in my case, may the odds be ever in my favor. Sorry.
I always think I’m going to use them someday, or use it as proof for something, but they just get put away in a nested folder somewhere, never to see the light of day again. I should probably start clearing them out…
“Clove!” Cato’s voice is much closer now. I can tell by the pain he’s in when he sees her on the floor. Cato kneels next to the Clove, clasping her hand, begging her to stay with him. In an instant, he will realize that it is futile, she can not be saved.
because ughhhhhhh FEELINGS
LIKE I DON’T THINK YOU EVEN GET HOW MANY CAREERS FEELINGS I HAVE
ok so imagine these kids, who have all been raised together in a death academy since they were kids
and they all know each other but they’re not to become friends because eventually they may have to kill one another
so when Cato and Clove hear the announcement that a pair from the same district can win they’re just as excited as Peeta and Katniss because they actually care about one another and they want to go home
but then Clove dies and for the first time probably in his life, Cato actually loses something
and then the fear starts to creep in and for the first time he begins to doubt himself and then, all of a sudden it occurs to him
that this is a game and that he has been brainwashed to play it and his life has never been his own and that there’s no point fighting anyway because what will he be after this? a killer with no context and ughhhhhhhhhhhhh UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Seeing The Hunger Games on an IMAX screen was probably one of the best decisions I ever made. The picture was so sharp, the colors so bright, and ugh, just wonderful. All these feelings.
I mean, I won’t go too much into the movie, seeing as it was only released in theatres 15 hours ago, but I loved it. It was as good as a book adaptation can get. The parts that they changed could definitely be justified. There are other parts they left out that I wished they had included, but I can understand for the sake of time and clarity, why they didn’t. I loved the Reaping. The cinematography, costumes, acting, timing, everything. A+++++++. It was so methodically impersonal, yet so heart-wrenching. I think the feelings and thoughts you’re supposed to take away were perfectly captured. I cried during Rue’s death scene and jumped at another part that I won’t talk about too much. But man, it was a good movie. Man, oh man.
I’d go see the movie again. Heck, I might. I’ve got a free movie ticket after all.
“It’s okay to depend on a man, but you need to be more independent than that. My self-respect is more important to me than any love…”— Paraphrased from a video in class about homelessness. This woman was living in a homeless shelter with her two children sans a father. And gosh, I respect her thinking so much. Every woman should think this way. Every. Woman.
In middle school, we sang this song/tune on PI day that was just a bunch of digits after .14…it made it really easy to remember whatever number of places after the decimal it was. I have yet to come up with any actual use for that many decimals of pi, except to make myself seem smarter than I actually am…