A very large palmetto bug (giant cockroach for Joseph) just chased me across the floor. Literally. I was going to kill it when it started running toward me. I jumped out of the way, only to have it swerve in every direction I jumped. What kind of bug chases something 100 times its size? Here's a thought: If roaches are the only things that will survive nuclear war, are they ever really dead? Perhaps the smooshed ones regenerate when we're not looking.
I'm going home for a brief bit tomorrow. Dad starts his new job, and I hope things go well for him. Mom and I plan to have lunch on Wednesday, which will be nice. Anatomy starts Thursday, and I'm not looking forward to it. I know that I want to get it over with, but at present, I'm regretting signing up for summer session. I'm growing more anxious about helping with Oconee's bandcamp as the days pass. It is almost two months away, but I feel panic when I think of walking onto the marching field for the first time in four years. Do I even remember how to read a drill chart? Much less set drill. Wait. Do I know how to play the clarinet? Oh dear.
2 comments:
Now you can tell us stories from band camp that begin... "This one time at band camp..."
I know, it's lame, but I thought it was funny. Love you!
Erin S.
Hehe. High school took care of that phrase for me. I marched for all four years, so you can only imagine the number of times I heard it. :-P Hope you're doing well. <3!
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