Wednesday, June 6, 2007

The Nipples of Mother Hope Have Run Dry


So here I sit, trying to find a topic for this paper I have to write for tomorrow and getting nowhere. And as I pick through the readings from my class, hoping for the muse to whisper something worthwhile in my ear, I realize suddenly that I will be unable to hear her even if she does because there is a junior high marching band playing in the Knights of Columbus parking lot right outside my goddamn window. I'm not kidding. The xylophone carries the melody, and the rest is all drums except for the guy barking marching orders in French. I'm glad this is my last week of school, because they sound like they need a lot of practice.

3 comments:

Miss R. said...

Yay, I can read your blog without squinting! Thanks!
You know you'll miss Clair for the next few months. Just be grateful I still have a semester at Fort Kent. You won't be away too long and you can reevaluate the band upon your return! YOUR WELCOME!

Lucky 13 said...

I think you mean "you're welcome".

the one who's gonna marry your ass! said...

maybe that is what I mean...or maybe I mean learn the difference between being "smart" and being a "smart ass"!