My name's Chandler, but my friends call me Chawk. Well, not all of my friends. Just one really. But I thought it'd be safer to be Chawk on the net(Less letters). One day I'll tell you how I got my name. Too much to do right now. I live in Raleigh, North Carolina, but I spend my summers in New Bern. It's closer to the beach. I spend the summer with my mom, and the school year with Dad and Janet. More on that later. I play the trumpet. A passion of mine. I've been playing it since fifth grade, and I consider myself quite good at it.(No reason to be modest. It's my page) I listen to big band jazz, and would like to be in a big band. But this is not offered by my band teacher, the well-respected Mr. Stupid. I'm just a poor boy. I can't afford anything unless it is: A) On sale at K-Mart,
B) Made by orangutangs, and
C) Free. This presents many problems if you're an American youth, which I have reason to believe that, not only am I, but probably you, too. Thus, I have to be quite thrifty with what little money I don't have. It's like my great-grandfather said after coming to this country: "Nothing saved is nothing earned." And he was right. As it is, I get most of my music from the radio, Napster and a Yak Bak. I sing a lot. Probably a lot more than I should, considering I'm not especially good at it, or assosiated with any kind of organization partaining to the vocal arts. As far as clothes, the best I can hope for is indifference. I suppose I could get a job. But I know that as soon as I go to all the trouble of getting a job and, . . . getting a job, I'll find a big bag of money or something, and it will be all for nothing. I'll put In more stuff about myself when I remember. E-mail me to give me suggestions or to check my speling. I'll figure out how to give you my address in a second. Sure, I could just type it in, but, well, I couldn't think of a good phrase for the latter half of this sentence. |
