(This is a song you'll never hear, though it sounds beautiful, at least I can share the message.) These gifts are for dreamers who wake in the day, afraid that their moments will pass them away. These nights are for wanters who wish down the wells for goals and achievments that time alone tells. These gifts are for dreamers, these gifts are for young, these gifts of a new world and songs not yet sung; they cry to the everlasting to the dazed look in your eyes... They beg to be cherished in the youth that never dies... Open the pages and release unto thee the chance for the muse to run wild and free. Please, don't hide me away... Please, don't put me away... Gifst for the dreamers, the careless and free, the I-can-achievers the blind who still see that dreams, beautiful weaver, dreams do come true, silent reciever... these gifts are for you. ~~~~~~~~ Harry Potter has arrived. I had him in my arms by 12:15am on July 16th. And by 2am I was nearing page 100. Today I have put him down at page 202. The pain of closing a world that has enchanted millions... Willy Wonka was a fantastic movie, I must say. CK and I saw it just tonight and laughed and laughed. I guess it's supposed to be just like the book (CK said) so don't bother comparing it to the firs tmovie. I appreciated the improvements made to the oompa loompas, as I'm sure many others do as well. At any rate, it was great and Depp was phenomenal as usual. What I would do to have him be my theatre instructor...Anyway. Life has been its usual busy and annoying self. Not much progress made on the play, just little tid-bits here and there. Ta-ta. Carrie