YUCK!

Today I sat down and started revising (This sounds far-fetched, I know, but it's a true story) for the looming highers. I was actually getting into it aswell. So I'm lying on my stomach on my bed, copying out Cicero notes quite happy with thoughs of passing exams, my parents not hating me, having a future, all that fun stuff that comes with exams, when a small spider seemed to decide I was having fun and he wanted to join me. I doubt you will ever meet someone in your lifetime more scared of spiders than I am. And this one was ON MY ARM! I have killed two spiders in my lifetime. One with a teapot one with my BARE FEET! (That's a downright lie, I was wearing Converse) Both times I spent about half an hour before steeling myself up for facing the spider. Both times I have spent over a week after feeling faint. I don't know why, there is a small part of me that knows that a spider is not going to hurt me, part of me knows that I am 100000000 times the size of that spider. However they have EIGHT LEGS! I don't know if that was some sort of nuclear genetic malfunction that happened millions of years ago but it just doesn't seem natural to me! THEY HAVE EIGHT JEFFIN' EYES! Anyway, back to this afternoon, it soon became clear that me and the spider could not co-exist in harmony, as I was the pathetic one I decided to gracefully let the spider have my bedroom. I went out to the hallway and, as you do in such a situation, jumped up and down and screamed for a few minutes, I poked my head round the door and discovered that my friend had gotten lost somewhere in the mounitain of books, folders, highlighter pens, and other smart-person paraphernalia that occasionally makes an appearance in my life. Armed with my trusty Converse I began to search, I considered going to get my father, a man who has killed many the Boris and Henry (He likes to name spiders before he kills them) for me over the years however I had not tidied my room in a while and anticipated the 'If You Live In Conditions Like This You Deserve A Million Spiders In Your Bed' speech. Instead I decided to interpret this as a sign that it was time to take a break from the 20 minutes studying I had gotten done. The situation currently is: I am typing on the computer, stopping to shiver and slap my arms and neck every five minutes to kill the spiders my brain is conjuring up, the spider (I may name him Benjamin) Is chilling in my bed, guarding my phone, revision has been put on hold. Right...