Xanga, xanga, xanga...

How you have changed. Well since no one reads anymore I might just take this oppertunity to write for me. If people read this, they read it. Doubt anyone will these days, but it would just be my own comfort to know, I'm still writting. I feel I've lost the passion to just take a topic and go with it. Well I feel this xanga just may stick around a bit longer. For me. To look back at my past and to record my future in a different eye. Since this may be the only way I could ever really look back. I use to be able to walk into my room and tell a story about any object. That story would have a beginning and a middle. The begining was the way I recieved it....the middle is how it was a piece in my life....but now if you could recall an object once in my bedroom it's story now has an end. Lost and gone. This xanga does not have an end yet.

If your there. Your welcome to stay tuned.

If not. Xanga...thank you for being my blank canvas.

Charlene Marie.

myspace.com/wouldulike2danceitsrainin

yes. that is my question.

who will dance with me in the rain?

Life...

So. People are telling me to update.

I'll do quick bullets because I really don't have time to do a real update like I want to.

• Daddy is still in Kuwaitt. He's hooked on Harry Potter books now. Nerd. Hopefully will be coming home in May. Cross your fingers as many times as you can!!..I miss him.
• I also miss my Buckeye people like CRAZY! So much fun. So much fun!!
• I still live in Covington. It's alright I guess. I drive 20 minutes to and from Slidell everyday to go to school. ahh..I am cRaZy!
• Softball season is finally getting goin. We've had a few games an some tournements. Won some. Lost some. But it's all good. We're gonna kick butt this year! District starts in a few weeks.
• My new car is doing good. Jeff makes fun of it. An for those who do not know. I got a used 2005 Malibu LS V6 in the middle of January. So cute! Its a 4 door an it's silver! I love it! Hahaha!
• School is a pain in my rear. Grades are okay. Test stress me out. Teachers are at some times fag-ish.
• Boys are stupid. I think I'm giving up on them for a while. Just not gonna date, or flirt(which will be difficult b/c thats a natural thing for me) or look right now. Take a break. Let my heart heal and prepare it to find someone worth it.
• But strangly the truth is. I do not believe in love anymore. I do not believe I will ever find "the one" or that he even exists.
• My house should have the electricity done by...Wednesday this week hopefully. We have insallation(sp?) but not all of it. So once electricity is done, then insallation can be finshed, then sheet rock put up, texture done, painting, cabinets, floor, furniture. ME LIVING BACK IN MY HOUSE!!!!!!

Well thats basically it of my life. Feels good to have it all just kinda laid out here. ::sigh:: Hope you enjoy reading it all.  I might update sooner, but if your curious why I haven't here it is....

www.myspace.com/wouldulike2danceitsrainin

 I got a myspace and am addicted to it like all hell!!! OMG! So much fun! If you do not have one. I suggest getting one. If you have one MAKE ME YOUR FRIEND!

Well love you all!

*Charlie*

*Cecilia*

*Charlene Marie*

All the girls at the office went every year
They come back with secrets and cheap souvenirs
They beg her to go
They say you don't know what you're missing
But her boyfriend, Bobby, was a class A jerk
Never let her go nowhere, treated her like dirt

But this time they convinced her
She didn't need permission
But as soon as that plane got up in the air
They all raised their glasses and made her swear

What happens in Vegas is just between us
Ain't nobody's business what anyone does
You can let down your hair, be as wild as you dare
Go crazy, do something outrageous
But what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

They were all flying high when they got off the plane
Went straight to their rooms and everyone changed
Looked so different from work
Wearing short skirts and flirtin with strangers
She felt like Cinderella, she was having a ball

Met a doctor from Dallas
They laughed and they talked
Then a voice in her ear whispered
"Bobby ain't here"
And there ain't no ring on your finger
Remember...

What happens in Vegas is just between us
Ain't nobody's business what anyone does
You can let down your hair, be as wild as you dare
Go crazy, do something outrageous
But what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

There was one empty seat coming home on that plane
Bobby was waiting at the baggage claim
He said "Where the hell is she?"
But all they would say...

What happens in Vegas is just between us
Ain't nobody's business what anyone does
You can let down your hair, be as wild as you dare
Go crazy, do something outrageous
But what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas
                

                                             What Happens In Vegas -Phil Vassar

One day....

So long it has been since I have indulged myself into confiding in my xanga. I have missed it, but the days have been long and time to keep up just isn't there. Many things have happened. Yet, there is just no point to waste energy on reflecting on the past and letting it stir up emotions all over again.

                                                                                           Charlene

 You know you are a Katrina victim when ?
*     Your only bank deposits are marked ?FEMA.?
*     You have lived in 3 different cities in the last month.
*     You can distinguish between flood and wind damage.
*     Your ear has stayed hot from your cell phone use.
*     Your day is spent on hold or talking to recordings.
*     You have been on vacation for 1 month and have not seen or done a damn thing.
*     You respond ?None? to the blanks for address, phone, or occupation questionairs.
*     Your friends now live across the United States, and you know where each  resides.
*     You hug anyone who hails from New Orleans, including strangers.
*     You can quote the water levels of Lakeview, Lakewood South, Uptown, 9th
       Ward and Metairie.
*     You no longer pay electricity, water, cable or any other home-related 
       bills.
*     Your clothes all smell like Grandma?s attic.
*     You look for mold before using any of your possessions.
*     Your email list has quadrupled in size.                                                                        *     You know the rates of U-Haul and storage facilities across the south.
*     You have spent hours bumper to bumper in traffic to go nowhere.
*     You have gained an uncanny knowledge of government assistance programs 
       from Red Cross to unemployment.
*     Your social conversations center on the details of demolition, mold 
       removal, and roof repair.                                                                                         *     You have worn the same Old Navy t-shirt for three weeks.
*     You now have your hair color formula in your address book.                                    *     You have 3 to 7 people living in an apartment smaller than the one you
        rented when you first married.                                                                           *      Your patience is thin.
*      You have cussed out anyone who does not respond to your requests.
*      You are tired of hearing about the problems in the Superdome and
        Convention Center ? you have your own problems.                                                  *      You alternate between feeling like screaming, crying, laughing
         uncontrollably, and jumping from the 10th floor of your Red Cross   donated hotel room.
*      You can no longer make logical decisions since nothing seems logical
         anymore.
*      You realize what a great life you had with a crew of great friends.
*      You realize how comfortable you were

           And you just want to be comfortable 
 

                                                                            Amen.