Archive for January, 2011

January 31, 2011

Pumpkin Spider

So everyone that lives near me, has already heard this story at least once, but for those of you that live hours away – here is my story.

imageLast Friday, I was heading back to my dorm with a bag of chips and a cup of Irish Crème Cappuccino. I was walking past our campus volleyball court when I saw a wasp buzzing around. I swung my arm over it and kept walking. That was when I realized it was following me. I turned to get a better look at it when I realized it was not a wasp at all, but a spider, and I had gone through its web. I swung from my arm as I began to panic. Delilah was walking with me and I quickly started to yell at her to get it off.

Me and spiders are not friends and the spiders up here are massive. I mean come on, I thought it was a large wasp. It did not take long for me to start squealing in a very pathetic matter. I made many attempts to get him to climb off onto something else, and that it when it began to trek up his web towards my arm.

Tears were building in my eyes as I visualized it crawling up my arm onto my face and taking a nice meaty bite out of it. There were other students staring as the walked passed. And then it was on me. I was in a full on panic and began to flail and squeal pathetically as Delilah watched in ultimate horror.

And that is when my hero showed up. A girl quickly whipped out her binder and smacked the spider off my arm. And then she stepped on him.

Yes, I know, the spider didn’t deserve to get stepped on. Very true. I have come to terms with this, not that a few days have passed. But I was panicking and it was a split second decision.

I took a few wonderful breaths and tried to calm my shacking. I thanked the girl with all my might.

I later found out that the spider was not poisonous, but it still would have hurt to be bitten. So, let this be a warning to all you other spiders! I will not show mercy!

 Emily Treat

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January 26, 2011

The Mad Russian

Yeah, I talk about intellectual things every once in a while, feel free to skip this post.

Everyone knows I took AP English last year, because I talk about it all the fricken time. So, hey, if I’m gonna talk about it in person, I’ll talk about it on here too.

I just set up a Tumblr, to follow some friends and other interesting people. But in order to have an account you must set up a page, so I thought, why not at least try to make it look good. I posted some random stuff as well as a link to here. While posting, I thought it would be cool to post a cool quote. I was googleing (how is that not a word, yet?) quotes about random things when Dostoevsky popped in my head.

For those of you not familiar with the Mad Russian, he is the author of The Brothers Karamozov and Crime and Punishment. Also known as, impossibly difficult books to read, but once you accomplish this task, you will be a changed super-human with a better understanding of the human condition, religion, and the entire fricken world. Amazing, isn’t it? Sadly, I am not one of the privileged few who have done this, but I am making progress. I have read about 100 pages of The Brothers K. One day I will finish it and be an amazing person.

Back to what I was originally talking about. I began a search for some quotes by Dostoevsky. A few pages into the search I came across something very interesting.

We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.

                                                                     — Fyodor Dostoevsky

Is it just me or did you get a “love at first sight” vibe? It seems a little mushy for the Mad Russian if you ask me. Ok, let me clarify. In his books, I have come to understand that his ultimate goal is to create a society that just loves unconditionally. Unconditional love is the key to solving the human condition, but this quote… I don’t know. From what I have learned, Dostoevsky’s version of unconditional love is MUCH different from romantic love. His love is much like the love for your child, not your spouse. I actually had a growing feeling that he was almost asexual. Yes, he was married (multiple times) but I just can’t see him being in love with a woman in that sense.

But then again, I have been wrong many times before. VERY wrong.

Either way, I really like this quote. I hope you like it as well.

Emily Treat

January 24, 2011

Open Mic

Talk about having a blast! I have been occasionally attending my schools Monday night Open Mic shows to support friends, or just simply have a relaxing afternoon.

This one was different, however.

I have a friend who has recently joined the Jazz Orchestra and befriended Bass Guy. Once my friend got word of me going on dates with Bass Guy, he concocted a plan. You see, John (my friend), one day was telling me about how he was going to play at open mic, but was apprehensive to play on by himself. So, what better idea would it to be than to ask Bass Guy to come along. He gladly complied to perform.

Once at the open mic, Bass Guy and John are the opening act, and they ROCKED. Dropped jaws and shocked silence racked the room. When they came back to sit down with the group, we continued playful banter the rest of the night. At one point Bass Guy mentioned he was thinking of maybe playing some guitar and singing. So I jumped at the chance. I told him he should totally go play some and he played two songs.

OMFG. Delicious. He was so good, it was wonderful. The second song he played was “Lovin’ Is All I Got” and I about died. So good! Anyway, someone wanted to sing Purple Rain, and it turned out Bass Guy could also play that song. All of my friends were completely won over by Bass Guy tonight. Now they see what I see. A funny, smart, talkative musician (WHO IS STRAIGHT!!).

After open mic I signed onto FB as pure habit and was browsing when I noticed him sign on. I decided to send him a compliment on his performances and we talked for a little while about simple things. Turns out he is extremely self conscious about his singing voice. And he is interested in learning how to dance (better). Hmmm, I must concoct a plan.

Oh, btw, I got to feel his HAND! No I did not hold it, I gave him two high fives after he stepped off stage. His hands are so soft. And when I was high fiving him, our fingers kind of got caught, so it was like a 5 millisecond hand hold. So wonderful.

Haha, I’m so star struck.

 Emily Treat