Life advice from Dylan

Wake up at 6 AM and take a run around your neighborhood.

Reeecycle. Re-re-recycle.

I had an episode of Fairly Oddparents in mind when I titled this post.

Shut up.

I'm recycling unused blurry pictures. (Yeah, there are two repeats. I edited them) I got the idea from A Softer World.

Seriously, you guys, stop naming your children Nick.

I have this temporary phone from camp (long story), and because it's handy to have around, I keep it in my bedroom. It rang today, and I picked it up (for want of something better to do): the guy's name was Nick.

(He wants to pass along the message "White pride" and "I love you". Creep.)

We have a short conversation, but I have to stop talking to him because I have to call my friend, Nick.

We have the BEST conversations, really. I mean, just tonight, I'm planning on asking him for advice about this guy from my theater, Nick.

PARENTS: YOU CAN BE MORE CREATIVE WHEN NAMING BABIES. THEY DON'T ALL LOOK LIKE A "NICK".

This has been a public service announcement.

Blogging and theater

See? See? I told y'all that I'd be posting often.

I HAVE A NEW BLOGGING ROLE MODEL. He's like some kind of blogging god. Holy shit. Seriously everybody here needs to get up and go read it. Now.

I feel so incredibly boring. How does one compete with FISH STARK?

Okay. Okay. No. I will get better with time. He's been blogging for a year now. Deep. Breaths.

I'm going to theater again today. Did I ever mention the fun that goes on in during shows?

It all started out innocently enough. This guy, we'll call him Chad (because that's his name), ties my shoelaces together. I thought it was funny until he succeeded. So I had a friend run to the back room of the theater to get something to cut them with- I had a sketch in about a minute. He comes back with a plastic butter knife.

In the next five minutes, if you had asked my shoelaces if they were still together they would have to have replied, "I'm A FRAYED KNOT" (Sorry.)

I got pissed. The next week, he stole my phone. Alright, whatever.

Next week, he stole my phone and my gum. Alright, whatever.

Next week, he stole my phone and put it down his boxers.

This. means. war.

So we get in a flame war. I believe I posted an excerpt in an earlier post.

Not only that, I lined pieces of gum with pepper... When he stole one, it probably burned.

He moons everyone (EW.) I steal his water bottle. He puts my phone in a condom. I fill his water bottle with soap. He dissembles my phone and gives it back in pieces.

I think we might actually have a truce, though. WHAT NOW? Theater will never be as interesting, I have to say.

CHAD, YOU WIN.

Let's not love A) Megan Fox B) Elephants. But let's love teenage boys.

I am sick. Thus, I am bored. Thus, I photoshop.

Life update (for those who care): It's been crazy. Between synchro teams (I didn't make combo, damn it! I may be condemned to 13-15 age group until I'm actually 16... which is a bad thing for me, with the given situation in LAS), school (I'm probably pulling straight B's... I need A's), music (going well, going well... I've been writing), and everything else (planning that party!), I've had plenty to keep up with.

I'm sure you all know about Jason... still don't know where I'm going with that...

Last night I ran a 101 fever. T'was fun.

My phone is broken! I'm so pissed at Tmobile. All of my contacts, gone. And a cracked screen. But, I have a totally kickass case. So I'm good.

The ex that took me so long to get over, the one who I care for very much... we're friends now. Thank god! In fact, the title of this post is quoted from him.

Speaking of friends, a brief shoutout to all of you: I LOVE YOU. Thank you all so very much for being there for me. I truly do need and love you all very much.

Another blogger was born. Sorry, I'm late to the party :P

This week I've been blasting Mayday Parade, Jack Johnson, Owl City, Panic! at the Disco, Angels & Airwaves, Jason's CD, Blink-182, We Fight Dragons,and Jer Coons. A very mellow week.

I'm going to update more. PROMISE.