Last night Rob and I decided to head over to the Media Center mall in Burbank. We grabbed some foodies and saw a movie. I don't know what possessed me to see it, but we ended up seeing "Eight Legged Freaks".

I hated that movie. It's not that it was a bad movie, if you like the schlocky old movies where giant bugs or animals attack cities then you'll probably get a kick out of this film. It had its funny moments and wasn't put together too poorly. I hated it because I'm arachnophobic. Spiders scare me more than anything else.

The movie "Arachnophobia" scared the piss out of me and gave me screaming nightmares for years. It also has made me paranoid of turning on a lamp if I have to reach under the shade to do so. To this day I won't turn on that kind of lamp for fear that a spider is lurking somewhere under that shade - just waiting for me to stick my hand under it.

"Spiderman" even gave me nightmares. Yes, the recent one that rocked. It was a great film, but the beginning part of the movie gave me nightmares that spiders were falling on me in my sleep.

And it's not like the recent years in my life have done anything to help my fear. About two years ago I had a nest of spiders hatch in my apartment. I really thought I would end up in a loony bin after that. I spent a few hours on the floor shaking and crying and not being able to even move. I finally pulled my shit together and called Al to see if he could come over and start killing them for me. Luckily, he was willing to do so.

Even the apartment I'm in now gets a lot of spiders in them. There were three in my bedroom the other night. I've also been finding babies around which means that something either hatched in here or right outside. And some day they'll grow up and, well, ew.

Though, as a side note, I did find a good way to kill them. Rob usually kills them for me, but the other day I was attacked by a monsterous one while he was at work. I couldn't go near it. Yeah, rationally I could just squish the hell out of it. But what if it somehow got on me? I wouldn't know where it was cause it's so little - you can't feel it if a spider is on you. Yeah, I know, lame thoughts went through my head, but that's why it's called an IRRATIONAL fear. Anyway, I saw a can of hairspray and figured maybe it would be poisonous to the spider. Hairspray is truly a girl's best friend. Spiders have little hairs all over their body. Hair spray fixes hairs so that they stay in place. It froze the damn thing and made it so it couldn't move. At that point I grabbed a shoe - and no more spider. Anyway, I guess the rambling point I'm trying to make is that I'm deathly afraid of spiders.

So I really have no idea why I willingly chose to see "Eight Legged Freaks". Maybe it was because my brain was melted from my recent Legal Ethics final. More likely it's because the thought of GIANT spiders doesn't scare me all too much. If they're that big then you know when they're coming for you, where they are, and when they're on you. And the big spider scenes really didn't bother me all too much. However, there were scenes at the beginning of the film with small spiders. And the small spiders getting out of cages and attacking and killing a man. And that creeped me out to no end. I had three spider nightmares last night.

So, I guess the point of this is that if you're scared of spiders, don't see "Eight Legged Freaks". It will give you screaming nightmares for weeks.

Gah. Just killed another baby spider next to the window in this room. I am so creeped out right now. Save me?