Designated Doodler

I dream of college constantly. It is a recurring dream. In my dream I'm in Fort Worth being told that I have not actually graduated, but have another semester to go. If I had a quarter for every time I've had this dream...I'd have a shit ton of quarters that I'd need to take to Kroger and put in that change machine thingy. I get asked every once in a while if I miss college...and I'm not really sure of the answer. I'm kind of weird...the part I miss most is class. I miss making new friends all the time and...well...showing off in class. There I said it. I liked class, I loved it. All the reading, all the tests, all the ridiculousness that the better part of you knows you'll never use again. I mean, let's face it, do I remember any of what I learned in World Geography? Of course not! I remember that it was a three hour class on Thursday night, that I was starving every time an hour in, and that we were forced to copy pages and pages and pages of informa

“ No Gus, math is complicated. The show ‘It’s Complicated’ was complicated. The song ‘Complicated’ by Avril Lavigne… ironically not, not very complicated. ” - Shawn Spencer "My name is Shawn Spencer, I’m with the Big Uncles of America Program. This is my underprivileged mentee, Hollaback Atcha." -Shawn Spencer Old but good promo: Gus:  This is just like what happened in The Exorcist. Shawn:  You can't use a fictional movie to solve a crime. Gus:  You once tried to solve a crime using the movie Pretty in Pink! Shawn:  That's completely different. Pretty in Pink is more of a docudrama.

Freezing nights Loopy shots Remember the song You swear you forgot I can hear you smile Over the music I can feel Your eyes Come alive Walk with me into the dark It doesn't matter where you parked Forget who I am So that we can meet again Start all over To end up here again Keys rattle and shine Hung by my side And by the smile on your lips you already know that you're mine Three in the morning Laughing over In and Out burgers It's getting colder Tuck me into your shoulder The lights of the night Dance in your clear blue eyes And I see my reflection there Hands strung in deep brown hair Wherever you go I want to be there

In Pennsylvania In a quiet town, in the red house on the corner of the street Is a childhood A girl in the backyard on a starry night that smelled of sweet grass small hands gripping a large glass, hot on the trail of glowing fireflies Or sitting in the kitchen under a green glow as nimble fingers Strung together beads of faith with grandma The glow of the streetlight shone through the yellow room I once shared with Mom when we visited And the other room, The blue room, Where once the girl fell out of bed in the middle of the night and met the wood floor. And in the middle of childhood, in the living room, two tiny faces lit from the glow of Zorro closed their tired eyes. And all the while the house watched As life came And went And stayed, and visited and reminisced of a childhood and it's memories In a quiet town, in the red house on the corner of the street