I don't get out of bed before ten, I got an extra shift at work Tuesday, got to spend time with the bestest friend and beau yesterday, I get to catch up on the movies I wanted to watch, and I've enjoyed a whole week to procrastinate my homework hehe. Right now I SHOULD be writing my Biomed paper on Informed Consent.....but I'd rather blog for your reading enjoyment. Aren't I swell? Risking my grades so you have some thing to read and laugh at for a few minutes :)
I think the most exciting thing that has happened since I blogged would be the story that I like to call 'The Spider Saga'.
The Spider Saga
It all began when I decided to take a shower. I was just getting everything settled, when I looked up at the ceiling. I'm never doing that again, nothing good ever comes from looking at the ceiling (unless you're in the Sistine Chapel). So, of course, I saw a speck that was NOT a speck....it was a SPIDER!
Finding a spider indoors is usually an awkward experience, but finding one inside the bathroom you intend to shower in is extremely awkward. Thnakfully however, it was a fair distance away from the shower itself so apparently it wasn't a voyeuristic spider. Creepy, but not voyeuristic.
After I was done showering I checked and the spider was still chilling on the ceiling. Well I finished up, left the bathroom and decided to live and let live and let the spider enjoy eating any stray buggies it found in the house to nom on.
Somehow between my shower in the morning and working the evening the thought popped into my head that the spider was a Brown Recluse and would kill me if it bit me. But I also thought that the spider was gone, vanished, poof! Never to cross my path again!....yeah, no.
That night while I was dancing around my room with my iPod, I thought of the spider again. I wondered where it scurried off to. I was not to wonder for long, as I danced out of my room, I happened to glance out and notice on a wall in the hallway-THE SPIDER! E-gad! I just stood there for at least ten minutes staring at this creature, trying to decide what to do about it.
In the end, I decided to name the spider 'Ted', explained to him that so long as he stayed out of my room I would not squish him. Ted agreed, and I went warily to bed.
But mine and Ted's story together was not yet finished, for the next morning when I was heading out, I saw the spider AGAIN! I decided that enough was ENOUGH so I called to Dad to come save me from the spider the size of a dime....
Finding a spider indoors is usually an awkward experience, but finding one inside the bathroom you intend to shower in is extremely awkward. Thnakfully however, it was a fair distance away from the shower itself so apparently it wasn't a voyeuristic spider. Creepy, but not voyeuristic.
After I was done showering I checked and the spider was still chilling on the ceiling. Well I finished up, left the bathroom and decided to live and let live and let the spider enjoy eating any stray buggies it found in the house to nom on.
Somehow between my shower in the morning and working the evening the thought popped into my head that the spider was a Brown Recluse and would kill me if it bit me. But I also thought that the spider was gone, vanished, poof! Never to cross my path again!....yeah, no.
That night while I was dancing around my room with my iPod, I thought of the spider again. I wondered where it scurried off to. I was not to wonder for long, as I danced out of my room, I happened to glance out and notice on a wall in the hallway-THE SPIDER! E-gad! I just stood there for at least ten minutes staring at this creature, trying to decide what to do about it.
In the end, I decided to name the spider 'Ted', explained to him that so long as he stayed out of my room I would not squish him. Ted agreed, and I went warily to bed.
But mine and Ted's story together was not yet finished, for the next morning when I was heading out, I saw the spider AGAIN! I decided that enough was ENOUGH so I called to Dad to come save me from the spider the size of a dime....
The End
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Hope this lovely story makes up for the delay in blogging.
And finally, a warm welcome to my third follower! Hiya Katie :D Katie is actually a friend of mine in real life(yes I have friends in real life)! Remember K, mum's the word on my name and such ;)
And finally, a warm welcome to my third follower! Hiya Katie :D Katie is actually a friend of mine in real life(yes I have friends in real life)! Remember K, mum's the word on my name and such ;)
So selfless of you to blog when homework awaits. Hee hee...
ReplyDeleteThat story DOES make up for a delay in blogging. I fully expected Ted to wind up somewhere in the vicinity of your nightstand the next morning, creeping you out no end.
Seems iPods were just made for dancing around with, weren't they? I hope nobody looks out of their windows at 3:30 in the afternoon around here, or I'm gonna die.
Another whimsical, humorous, excellently narrated post.
GROUCHO MARX-Wait...Oh hi Postman!
ReplyDeleteDude I totally thought Ted was gonna KILL me! Their bites do NASTY things to humans!
If my neighbors could ever see in my room at night dancing with my iPod they would think I was possessed by a demon. If they heard me sing they would know I was possessed. Either way, it would end badly. But I would have something to blog about!
Oh and I'm still 'working' on the paper....ooo look a shiney bit of trash!