Week 5: I Doodled A Doodle

I do not doodle. There was a time when I doodle, then it all went wrong. My doodles were exciting. Back in the 8th grade when I was young and unafraid. It was when I was dating Jimmy Amen; doodles were made, used, and wasted. There was no doodle undrawn, no doodle unseen. The tigers (and many hearts) were drawn at night...and in class, with the slopes soft as thunder. Jimmy spent a summer (plus) by my side, but we broke up and he was gone when autumn came. So because my heart was crushed, my doodles turned to shame. My doodling heart went through a storm it could not weather. Jimmy killed the doodles I doodled. In case you care, this blog is based off the song "I Dreamed A Dream" by Anne Hathaway. "I Dreamed A Dream" There was a time when men were kind; When their voices were soft; And their words inviting; There was a time when love was blind; And the world was a song; And the song was exciting; There was a time; Then it all went wrong; I dreamed a dream in times gone by; When hope was high; And life worth living; I dreamed that love would never die; I dreamed that God would be forgiving; Then I was young and unafraid; And dreams were made and used and wasted; There was no ransom to be paid; No song unsung; No wine untasted; But the tigers come at night; With their voices soft as thunder; As they tear your hope apart; And they turn your dream to shame; He slept a summer by my side; He filled my days with endless wonder; He took my childhood in his stride; But he was gone when autumn came; And still I dream he'll come to me; That we'll live the years together; But there are dreams that cannot be; And there are storms we cannot weather; I had a dream my life would be; So different from this hell I'm living; So different now from what it seemed; Now life has killed; The dream I dreamed

Week 4: Life As We Don't Know It

I feel as if life would be crazy! No conception of time at all?? To even suggest the idea is outrageous. Nothing would ever get done. If things did get done wouldn't be done by the right people. School wouldn't exist. Planned meetings with friends, dates, and sports wouldn't happen. The mere suggestion of time not being a factor of our society is unimaginable. If the concept of time was never taken into consideration, we wouldn't have cars, microwaves, Nike shoes, or TVs. Unless a product was invented by a group of people in one setting, then reproduced in vast numbers by those same people at that same place/setting, nothing would ever be made. Everyone would just be wondering around with no where to be and nothing to do. If you made a friend or asked someone to be your significant other, you better not ever leave their side because the likelihood of the two of you ever meeting up again is very slim. You couldn't even tell them meet me at lunch time at Stake 'N Shake because there would be no lunch time or Stake 'N Shake for that matter! How would the employees know when to work? Perhaps they could just wonder in any time of the day...or night. Would there even be a day vs. night? When would night time start if there was no time? When would day time begin? Could one just wake up, go to sleep, eat, and work when ever? How would you know how old you are? Years, months, weeks, days; they're all gaged by time! This blog topic is ridiculous! I'm done.

Week 3: Is There An Expert in the House?

I'm in in the art of asking questions. If you give me a statement of the vaguest sorts, I will be able to produce a question from it. Even if you ask me a question, I have the ability to answer your question with a question. So audience, tell me something or ask me a question and I will be able to produce a question for it. Comment from the audience: Do you like pink? Me: What shade of pink? Comment: How many letters are in your first name? Me: Did your first grade teacher ever teach you how to count for yourself? Comment: What is your favorite form of dance? Me: From what age period? Comment: Do you like strips or poke-a-dots? Me: Horizontal or vertical stripes? Comment: My name is Peter. Me: Why did your parents name you that? Comment: What is your favorite time of day? Me: What season of the year are you asking about? Comment: I'm not wearing underwear. Me: Why?! Honestly, if someone kept asking or answering me on the same topic, I would eventually run out of questions and I would have to answer you. But with one question to one response, its extremely hard to get me. So I challenge you, dear reader. Can you stump me?