Monday, October 1, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Not Exactly Snow White
hiking trail and the sun shot out of the sky like it had a death wish.
And then my quintessential problem kicks in. I'm not sure whether it stems from being naive or a desire to prove that I'm a big girl and can handle myself, but I just start doing stupid, stupid things. I got myself more lost, almost on purpose.
I didn't even want to go home until I realized what the sound was that I'd heard two or three times.
And that's when I called my roommate, more frustrated than anything. But the reception was terrible.
I found the trail eventually, and my car soon after, and got home safely.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Spiders.
Today I am telling you a tale of my oldest enemy, the arachnid. They’re like tiny Orcs. It finalizes my suspicion that if I were a Gryffindor, I’d be the ‘Ron Weasley’ brand. I suppose it’s not a paralyzing phobia or anything, it’s a pretty average fear, but when disposing of them I get a little… Creative.
I’ve killed them with $300 cowboy boots, fancy umbrellas, actual swords, strange acrobatics that I can only accomplish when a spider is near, and so on.
Anyways,
I was playing with one of my old LARP swords in my room.
WHEN SUDDENLY
I spent about five minutes staring at it from atop my coffee table, deciding whether or not to make a run for it and call one of my guy friends.
Spiders make a horrible squelching noise that can turn my stomach into a jellyfish. There is no onomatopoeia for that sound.
Another few minutes go by.
I don’t know if it’s going to work, but I wouldn’t come into my room if I were a spider.