Spiders again

I had a dream last night. I dreamt that I saved a spider and decided to raise it as a pet. Within a week it had grown to the size of a small orange and its legs had become very hairy.

I kept it in the garage where it walked around and spun webs. One day I opened the garage door and the breeze was so strong that the spider was buffeted in the wind and blown directly into my mouth. It didn't go in. It was a bit too big for that. Instead, it sat between my lips like a cork.

I spat it out but knew that it was dead.

While in the library

I've been spending the last four hours of so working on my statements of purpose for grad school (by which I mean I've been getting only the pre-writing done). And I've been listening to this for almost the entire time:

Besides the trance caused by monotony and repetition, listening to this piece made me consider throwing caution in the wind and trying my hand at costume design.

But that really isn't who I am. Maybe ten years from now.

Leg of mutton

The next time someone tells me they like Victorian fashion, I'm bringing this out.

Image from the Chateau.

A fabulous nightmare

I hope that I see this exact thing on the day I get cosmetic liposuction to trick myself into loving my body. And of course I don't watch a promotional video until more than a year after it comes out. Lack of cable makes it difficult to keep up with pop culture.

Speaking of pop culture, I think it's funny that my dad watches True Blood and Dexter while I watch Mad Men. It just seems like we've got our demographics switched up.

Ants and spiders

This morning, while getting ready to take my shower, I saw a spider in the tub. I've never really understood why spiders crawl into tubs or sinks. They can't get out and they inevitably drown unless the user is feeling particularly merciful that day.

Anyways, the spider drowned as soon as I started my shower--I tried to get it out, but it didn't want to grab onto my plastic flower. At the end, I reached over to get the conditioner and the bottle fell right on top of the drain, upending a huge amount of hair and the dead spider.

I left it alone and went on with my morning, figuring I'd deal with the cleaning some other time. Later that night, I noticed a huge number of ants on the rim of the tub. After killing them with Raid, I looked into the tub.

The spider had disappeared, but there were a few of its legs here and there.

I suppose that this could be karma. I prefer to think of it as more proof that nature is ugly and horrible.