| The Edge of Summer |
| "These words take hold the evening breeze So, too, do scatter memories..." |
| 5/19/2005 So, it is the edge of summer, the edge of spring. Tomorrow I leave the drama of Howard Middle to persue my filmic dreams. I'm sad, really. But don't expect a Hero song about it anytime soon. Our last song was about playing guitar in the empty parkinglot of the business complex near Chris' folks' place. I miss those days. "And I long for Novembers when the leaves turn gold..." But it is not yet summer, and the sun still shines through greens. I watched the leaves bloom out the window of my classroom this year. It amazes me how things are so eternal. This news page is experimental (for me at least). If it sucks, don't let me know. I don't care. I'm going to triple dog dare Chris to add to it also. Fun, right? Reading about the boring life of a boring 23 year old... Chris writes stuff on his webpage. It is more interesting than this entry. Until tomorrow... Charlotte |
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| Right now we're listening to: Charlotte - Saves the Day Chris - Say Anything |
| 5/20/05 - As promised... tomorrow. Maybe there will be a song about the kids. (Don't hold me to that...) I haven't put the new lyrics up to the song about the autumn nights playing in the parking lot. Is it wrong to write a song about your own band? I'm such a loser. Signing off... Charlotte |