Designated Doodler

Icarus with wings on fire Do you not smell the feathers burning As they take you higher? Only at the height of the blistering skies The blurred mind begins to realize What parable you are Or are you a myth? Thoughts can't breathe here The air grows thin And with a peeling arm held out Embers touch skin Are you falling or flying Will you reach the unreachable Or die trying? Higher, brighter, hotter, lighter Flesh is screaming The height tears at The oxygen in your lungs Vision is blistered and reeling Let the sun Draw you in and Proceed to devour The flesh, bones and blood That only ever sought power Descent is simple All stand and stare With hands dusting The glowing light from their eyes as they watch your rag doll body falling out of the skies Wings are gone charred feathers ascend around the flaming human asteroid floating towards the solid ground.

SafetySuit's song "Let Go," and Jordin Sparks' song "Freeze" get me every time. You know what I realized today? I realized that I listen to music non-stop for eight hours a day, five days a week. It's how I get through the day. But damn, that is a lot of music. I also possess the uncanny ability to know exactly what songs my friends would like, and if they specifically tell me they like a song, somehow I can remember that five years later to make a CD for them. Sometimes I just don't understand my memory. I can forget something that is relatively important but be able to play a conversation back in my mind nearly word for word even if it was from a year ago. And I can remember an episode of Monk from season 1 in 2002. I remember the shoes I wore when I was five and played little league, I remember the story that a sub told us in 10th grade biology about his former life in Poland, I remember the toy I got in a McDonald's happy meal when i wa

One of my favorite bands the XX just released their latest album. Could I possibly be more excited?!?! I know what I'm listening to while waiting for the newest episode of Covert Affairs...

As I sit here sipping my Pike's blend and eating baby Kit-Kat's I'm wondering where I went wrong in life. No, just kidding. But seriously, who buys baby candy? If you go to get a Kit-Kat wouldn't  you rather it be full sized? And why do they call that tiny candy "Fun Sized" as if getting less chocolate is somehow a deal. But I digress. You know, it's amazing how much faster time goes by when you have something solid to do. That's exactly why I wrote blogs and drew cartoons in many of my college classes. A word to the wise though, make sure said prof's aren't following you on Twitter where you mention your blog update. College truly ruins everything. High school is a hellish nightmare that entraps you for eight hours a day and then you go to college and you're all like..."oh, I can go home and nap now!" "I have freedom, and an active social life and spare time and a newfound appreciation for Ultimate Frisbee." And s

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I would like to take a second and discuss last night's episode. First off, I want to slap Auggie for interrupting Annie when she wanted to have a heart-to-heart. But the big issue is the fact that Annie was shot by her former boss. The writers of the show really wrote themselves in deep, and it'll be interesting to see how they get her and the other characters out of this situation. First off, the CIA considers her a traitor, which means she'll have to redeem herself. Second off, her love is (most likely) dead and she sustained a major trauma which isn't something you can bounce back from easily. She also destroyed the trust she had with Joan and Auggie by concealing her previous activities. And likewise, trust isn't something easily rebuilt. I can already see her going into a coma or something and "dreaming" about Auggie. But I'm not sure that's exactly what the audience wants. It seems like a stint to buy the characters more "recovery&

She leaned against the wall, staring at nothing in particular. The surroundings were familiar but from what seemed like another life. She felt the urge to shove her hands in her pockets and rock on her heels but the thin line pencil skirt and glossy navy blue heels prevented it. “What am I doing here?” she breathed to no one, letting out a heavy sigh. There was no answer to that question and that fact bothered her to no end. Maybe there was an answer, but not one she could deal with. Her head hung at a slight angle and her thick brown hair fell around her face. She was so deep in thought that she didn’t hear the quiet footsteps approaching. “Uh… do you work here?” the voice said. She turned with a “no” that dropped from her bottom lip and hung in the air as she spun around and realized who she was talking to. He had been walking towards her but stopped in his tracks. Recognition and shock spread across both of their faces. “Renae,” he nearly whispered.