Designated Doodler

1. Hilary and David walk through the homeowners current abode and David highlights how awful, dysfunctional and inadequate it is. He mostly makes the expression pictured below: 2. One person wants to love it, the other wants to list it! What a conundrum! 3. David shows them awful homes. Either they are too far away, or just total crap holes. 4. Hilary runs into "issues" and out of money. She freaks out at Eddie and confronts the couple with the fact that the bedroom/basement/kitchen is now off the list! 5. The unhappy couple slams Hilary and goes outside to talk about what a disaster this all is. 6. Suddenly, David finds a property that doesn't suck like a Hoover vacuum! Inevitably, the couple falls in love. 7. Hilary magically pulls through and creates a beautiful design in the existing home. There is a 35% chance that the couple will utter these words: "we should never have underestimated you Hilary!" 8. David says: "...

Olivia had to ask herself if she was losing it. She sucked a breath in between parted lips and kept her gaze fixed.  The concept of time had disappeared, as had the din of the evening crowd at Argo’s. She heard nothing, she felt nothing, she saw no one but him. The eyes she stared at were the very same ones that haunted her every dream; piercing blue, excruciatingly intense. Realizing that her mouth was agape, she snapped her jaw shut, blinked a few times and dipped her head to gather her thoughts. She studied the pattern on the floor tiles, listened to the conversation at the next table, felt the breeze from outside as the doors swung open and shut - anything to ground herself in the moment.  Almost afraid to look up, Benson did it anyway, and there he was. This wasn’t a dream, this wasn’t a mirage, this was real.  His eyes had never left her. They remained intently focused on his former partner. He seemed almost tentative…as if he wanted to approach her. ...

Life is a fight, a struggle, a war - a constant battle, sometimes literal, sometimes figuratively, sometimes both. It is more than the quest for a perfect selfie. It is more than the treasured shows that await you on your DVR. It is even more than what you do for a living. Believe it or not, your life is even more than you.  This is the part that most people can't grasp. We live in a self-centered society, in a culture that promotes doing whatever it takes to reach the top. But the sooner you realize your own insignificance, the sooner you can reach a purpose that's far more meaningful than any man-given title or trophy. The downfall of humanity will surely be it's pride. Society has told you that you're special, and you think you are, but you're not - not unless you've got your priorities straight. Could you sit down and talk about others' lives you've touched?  Could you tell me about the ways you've contributed to soc...

 Last night I branched out. I went to a TCU alumni event at Top Golf. But it didn't quite go as I had hoped. Upon describing it to my friends, I said that it was "very TCU." They were like, "what the heck does that mean?" Well...it means that people were cordial, they'd talk to you when you were in line for food, but other than that, there was little to no mingling. Everyone just stuck with the people they came with. They used it as an opportunity to get a huge discount on a cool venue - not hang out. It's just like being on campus at TCU. People are there, they're nice-ish, they'll talk to you if you engage them, but there's also this "coldness." Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love my college...but for the most part, the people there are detached, hyper-beautiful, party mongers. I mean...holy crap...it's no wonder that my dating life at TCU was non-existent. I'm not a size two model, compared to TCU...

My room is hot. The battery in the clicker that controls my fan and light is dead. Awake at 2:30 in the morning, this almost feels like a summer night. But it's not. I just took a six hour nap and woke up in the middle of the night. I tiptoed out and got my phone. Filled up a glass of water as I observed the night form of my daytime home. Sometimes life just feels so weird. And I think this is one of those nights. Where you lie beneath a still fan in the dark, cursing Whataburger patty melt ads that cut through your Spotify songs. But when the Antlers start playing "Rolled Together," everything goes back to being alright. A week ago I didn't know what to do with my future, but now I do. So thanks for taking the poll, all three of you. I guess it didn't matter anyway, because I chose an option that got no votes. Oh well. So long and thanks for all the queues. I'm going out onto the ocean in a paper boat. In a voyage of tests and trials to see if I sink ...

I used to look up at the sky As I lay on my skateboard At the end of the driveway And think to myself That you weren’t that far +++++++++++++++++++++ Highlighter green Apples poured off the trees That lined the drive littering the concrete But I would push them aside Rolling back and forth As I stared at the sky +++++++++++++++++++++ Thinking that this was the same sun That wrapped you in light And even though it was hard Maybe you weren’t that far …Just a sky away ….Not that far apart …Just a plane ride from today And we were connected still Because the clouds that rolled over me in the light of day Would hover over you at night, in the sweet Pennsylvania dark +++++++++++++++++++++ Just nine years old I went where I was told My back on the black sandy surface Of a well-worn skateboard That peeled at the corners Nudging apples out of my way As I rocked back and forth In the burning heat of midday With nothing in me that...

I feel like it's been a really long time since I've written a blog post. I guess that's what happens when you start another blog (or two). I don't even know what to write right now. Not every piece of writing can be a stroke of genius, and I feel tapped out. Between the art I churn out non-stop and the writing I do for myself...I'm tired. It's a good distraction though...writing, blogging, art, SAT tutoring, art tutoring. It keeps my mind off the fact that everything's going to change. But hey, who doesn't love drastic life changes? Oh right...everybody. Haha. All I can think right now is that I'd love to go home. That and I ate way too many toffee-flavored, chocolate covered almonds. So instead of putting into words the past (however many) weeks, I thought I'd just slap up some photos. The probability that anyone is reading this is likely slim, but I don't really care. This post is for me - so I don't forget the good things tha...