ok, it’s kind of late for this but yeah pats!!!! those dudes rock my socks off! And they can actually win…unlike SOME teams around here…actually i’m still a loyal red sox fan so never mind.
anyway, i will now dedicate the rest of this post to my hate of spiders.
I HATE SPIDERS!!!!!!!
They are so UGLY and FREAKISH!! What is their PROBLEM!?!? why do they even exist??? ugh ugh ugh they are so gross and scary and they move fast and they have eight cursed legs and i HATE THEM!!!
last friday, i got home around 10:00 and it had been a long week and i was tired so i went up to bed around 10:30. I was just lying there innocently, with my light on reading romeo and juliet for english. okokok i’ll admit it, i was reading the sweet valley twins version, Romeo and Two Juliets, in which jessica wants to try out for juliet in the school play, but she gets sick and elizabeth knows the part, so she tries out pretending to be jessica!!! but then elizabeth decides she wants to keep the part when she finds out they got it, and the twins get in a HUGE FIGHT!!! gassssppp. anyway, it was very enriching.
so, there i am just chilling out and catching up on some rest, finally. THEN, out of the corner of my eye, i see something move. SOMETHING ON MY BED. something big. something hairy. something…
WITH EIGHT LEGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
for a second i just lay there frozen with fear. then i screamed, threw the book into lexington, and leaped up from my bed. the spider was like SIX INCHES away from me and it was moving really really fast across my blanket.
i stood there shaking about four feet away as the cursed thing climbed off my blanket and started crawling across the matress. it was like the size of a nickel maybe, and it was brown and hairy and had these two big antenna things. so anyway it was scampering all over my bed and i yanked all the blankets back so i could at least keep track of where it went. i started swearing under my breath and spazzing and I HATE SPIDERS. it would stop for a while and then suddenly start running again and i would jump and scream and freak out. but i couldn’t run out of my room because then i wouldn’t know where it went and i would have to sleep knowing that the damn thing was probably plotting its revenge on me an inch away. so i started grabbing tissues and randomly freaking out and throwing them on it, i don’t know why. it didn’t work.
finally after it stopped moving for like 15 seconds, i dashed out of my room and screamed at my little brother to come kill it. he came up and was trying to get it with a napkin or something, and meanwhile i was screaming, “DON’T SQUISH IT ON MY BED! I DON’T WANT SPIDER GUTS ON MY BED!!!!!!!!” finally he picked it up with the napkin and flushed it down the toilet. relief.
but the saga of the spider still lives on!!! for almost a week, until I changed my sheets, i wouldn’t touch the side of my bed that it was on. my bed is covered in junk…books, papers, clothes, etc., that i never pick up, i just sleep in the middle of it. so i had to move it all to the “good” side and sleep in a tiny little ball as far away from where the “spider cooties” were. haha i’m such a dork. the worst part is, though, that spiders are getting into my room somehow and WHAT IF ANOTHER ONE COMES!?!?
death to spiders.
Travels in the Cordillera Huayhuash and Cordillera Blanca 
LOL. Spiders are scaey. I think you were scarred by the time when you killed that spider and a million ants came out. EWW. ..I dont even wanna think about that. LOL your xanga is always funny!
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spiders are bad. very bad. there were too many daddy longlegs at camp they didn’t like me. but i didn’t like them either. it was a mutual relationship.
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yeah its me again, and you still don’t know who i am…. maybe i’ll keep it that way *evil laughter* ^_^anyways, congrats on your history day project! i knew yours especially would make it at least to the next round. oddly enough… mine didn’t. and neither did billy’s…. either. oddly enough….. and i suffer from extreme arachnophobia as well.
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Christine you must resopond to those of us who comment!
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sorry for that incessantly long story. it didn’t really have any point.
ARACHNOPHOBIACS UNITE!!!!!!!! If that’s a word. Aaaah last night i had a dream that I was sleeping and I woke up and there was this HUGE daddy long legs staring me in the face, then I saw another one crawling toward me, and then next to me there was a brown spider just like the one that had been on my bed in real life, except about 10 times bigger. i ran screaming from the room of course, and made my older brother kill them but he couldn’t find them. so i boarded up my room for life and vowed never to set foot in it again (in the dream). i always dream about either spiders or heights. or a combination. anywaaaaaaaayy..
thanks, FRONGE!!!! muahaha i found out who you were. btw i liked your buddhism movie! ook theresa, i responded so you can be happy now!
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Hello, Christicle. This is a lovely xanga. I would just like to inform everyone one that Bumpy Winnifred was invented by me and Christine in our English class. You see, Mr. Lester had a contest about who think of the best name for a lovely yellow gourd that he brought to our classroom. Christine and I and the rest of our friends have a joke about the name Winnifred from the movie Hocus Pocus, so we decided to submit “Bumpy Winnifred” because the gourd was quite bumpilicious. Unfortunately, our name did not win, but it definitely should have. (FYI, the gourd is all shriveled up and demented now, yet it still sits front and center on Mr. Lester’s desk.) Well, tootaloo now.
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