I am positive that I need to make up for yesterday's absence of post with a incredibly huge post but I am not in the mood. You really have to be in the mood for that sort of thing. I didn't do much at all yesterday. In fact I don't think I did anything yesterday. Most of today will be taken up by reading "Three Cups of Tea" and hopefully that won't take too long. I did write a new song yesterday. I don't want to give out the name yet because it is incomplete as of now. It's pretty good though. So I am going to leave you with that. I'll probably have more to write about later on tonight. Until then.
Dylan Starks
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Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
The Kite Runner (Marathon)
To make an incredibly long day sound very fun, is not an easy job. When I made the choice yesterday that I was going to do my Summer Reading Project with only about a week left until school started, I knew the odds were against me to get it done. The project was to read two books both over 300 pages and then write a 3-5 page essay on it. Although I have not completed the entire project, I took a huge step yesterday when I read "The Kite Runner" all in about 8 hours.
I will not give too much away about the book but I would be happy to give my review of it. "The Kite Runner" is a fantastic novel about a Afghan boy named Amir and his life long battle with redeeming himself to everyone he knows but always searching for a way to redeem himself to himself. The story takes place in Afghanistan starting in 1975 with Amir telling us his story. His best friend Hassan is Hazara Muslim and is also Amir's servant's son. Amir makes a choice and Hassan is betrayed and hurt very badly. Hassan and his father Ali quit being Amir's servants.
The story then takes a drastic turn as Amir tells the reader that he and his father Baba become refugees and move to America. There, Amir struggles with the demons of his past and has to confront them in ways that know one could have imagined.
The book was a very good book. Perhaps not the most family oriented book because it does deal with sexual themes (rape, molestation, etc.), it does however have a great storyline. To be honest, the book brought me to the brink of crying a few times. To be fair, I doubt the book was meant to be taken in, in one giant marathon.
I would give 3.5/4, the only real flaw being that it at times, lacked story line. Mainly, in the beginning.
Anyways, back to real life. I am exhausted. I mean, to read a 300 page book in a single day takes a lot of determination. It is hard to remain concentrated to one thing like that for hours upon hours at a time. And when the minutes seem to go by ten times faster than the pages, you start to feel nearly hopeless and feel like giving up. But I promised myself I would finish it. Not, that it wouldn't have been simple enough to finish the next day, but I would have felt a sense of accomplishment about it, that wouldn't have been the same. I read the book and then strangely after sitting there alone in my room for over 8 hours, came downstairs to tell Mom and then went staight to sleep. I still do not know why I felt so tired afterwards. But my eyes got what they deserved, a rest.
In a lot of ways, I don't even know why I did it. I did have all week and I am generally pretty fast reader. But at the same time, part of me really wanted to see if I could do it. A big part of me, wanted that challenge. I met it. I know I still have another book to read and a huge essay to write, but for some reason, after getting through that book yesterday, I read about all that Amir had to do just to redeem himself for one choice. My job doesn't even seem difficult anymore. I have never liked all those cliches that tell you that a book "changed my life" and for the most part my life will be unchanged by the reading of that book. I would be surprised that if in a year or so, I remember the plot. But it is sort of like one man changing the world. The world is too big to be changed by one person. What really matters in life, is if you left your mark on the world. That book definitely left it's mark on me, and there's only a few books that have ever done that.
Well, I have a lot of work to do today as well, I'm sure. So I leave you with the idea that nothing is impossible, if you think you can accomplish it.
Dylan Starks
I will not give too much away about the book but I would be happy to give my review of it. "The Kite Runner" is a fantastic novel about a Afghan boy named Amir and his life long battle with redeeming himself to everyone he knows but always searching for a way to redeem himself to himself. The story takes place in Afghanistan starting in 1975 with Amir telling us his story. His best friend Hassan is Hazara Muslim and is also Amir's servant's son. Amir makes a choice and Hassan is betrayed and hurt very badly. Hassan and his father Ali quit being Amir's servants.
The story then takes a drastic turn as Amir tells the reader that he and his father Baba become refugees and move to America. There, Amir struggles with the demons of his past and has to confront them in ways that know one could have imagined.
The book was a very good book. Perhaps not the most family oriented book because it does deal with sexual themes (rape, molestation, etc.), it does however have a great storyline. To be honest, the book brought me to the brink of crying a few times. To be fair, I doubt the book was meant to be taken in, in one giant marathon.
I would give 3.5/4, the only real flaw being that it at times, lacked story line. Mainly, in the beginning.
Anyways, back to real life. I am exhausted. I mean, to read a 300 page book in a single day takes a lot of determination. It is hard to remain concentrated to one thing like that for hours upon hours at a time. And when the minutes seem to go by ten times faster than the pages, you start to feel nearly hopeless and feel like giving up. But I promised myself I would finish it. Not, that it wouldn't have been simple enough to finish the next day, but I would have felt a sense of accomplishment about it, that wouldn't have been the same. I read the book and then strangely after sitting there alone in my room for over 8 hours, came downstairs to tell Mom and then went staight to sleep. I still do not know why I felt so tired afterwards. But my eyes got what they deserved, a rest.
In a lot of ways, I don't even know why I did it. I did have all week and I am generally pretty fast reader. But at the same time, part of me really wanted to see if I could do it. A big part of me, wanted that challenge. I met it. I know I still have another book to read and a huge essay to write, but for some reason, after getting through that book yesterday, I read about all that Amir had to do just to redeem himself for one choice. My job doesn't even seem difficult anymore. I have never liked all those cliches that tell you that a book "changed my life" and for the most part my life will be unchanged by the reading of that book. I would be surprised that if in a year or so, I remember the plot. But it is sort of like one man changing the world. The world is too big to be changed by one person. What really matters in life, is if you left your mark on the world. That book definitely left it's mark on me, and there's only a few books that have ever done that.
Well, I have a lot of work to do today as well, I'm sure. So I leave you with the idea that nothing is impossible, if you think you can accomplish it.
Dylan Starks
Long Day, Short Post
Okay, I just head one of the most exhausting days I've had in a while. Let's just say my eyes are tired and I want to sleep. I will write a very long post about my very very very long day when I get a few hours of well deserved sleep. Good Night For now.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
UGH
There's much stress in my life right now. Allow me to explain. There is an assignment due in my English class, the first day of school. Instead of explaining the assignment, I will simply explain the week I have ahead of me.
I must get two books, "Three Cups of Tea" and "Kite Runner" and read them both within two or three days, and then write a 3-5 page essay on it before I return to school on Monday the 3rd. I feel like I have a pain in the pit of my stomach. I have never been more nervous about getting something done before. I do not want to start off the year in a bad way. I have to get this done. I don't even have the books yet. I am still waiting to get them. I am so incredibly nervous. I hope I can get it done in time. Then again, I suppose I don't have much of a choice do I. I read pretty fast and I write decently but this is a test beyond anything else. I am praying that I can get it done. Ugh, is the only word I can think of to sum up how I am feeling. Not good.
Not much to say right now, because I am stressed. Keep me in your prayers if you believe in that sort of thing. And if you don't, then wish me luck.
Good night everybody,
Dylan Starks
I must get two books, "Three Cups of Tea" and "Kite Runner" and read them both within two or three days, and then write a 3-5 page essay on it before I return to school on Monday the 3rd. I feel like I have a pain in the pit of my stomach. I have never been more nervous about getting something done before. I do not want to start off the year in a bad way. I have to get this done. I don't even have the books yet. I am still waiting to get them. I am so incredibly nervous. I hope I can get it done in time. Then again, I suppose I don't have much of a choice do I. I read pretty fast and I write decently but this is a test beyond anything else. I am praying that I can get it done. Ugh, is the only word I can think of to sum up how I am feeling. Not good.
Not much to say right now, because I am stressed. Keep me in your prayers if you believe in that sort of thing. And if you don't, then wish me luck.
Good night everybody,
Dylan Starks
Saturday, July 25, 2009
My Extremely Fun Filled Day of Nothing
So here I am about 20 minutes after working out and I'm pretty tired out. Over the past couple days, I have been semi-forcing my brother Slade to hold a punching glove while a bomb away at it. Slade wasn't exactly thrilled to take part in the activity, mainly because every so often, I would miss and hit him really hard in the arm. I have a pretty good aim and all, but you know.
I guess I was subject to a boring day today. I didn't really fall asleep until around 4 in the morning last night. It's not that I try and pull these all nighters. They aren't healthy for you and I do not recommend them to any one who wants to feel good the next day. It's just that I have a lot on my mind right now. To be honest, I am in a pretty good place right now. My family is getting by just fine and we are happier than usual. I love it when it's like that. What's on my mind is not bad.
I have High School starting a week from Monday, and there's so much organization and preparation to do in just a week. I need to get paper, pens, notebooks, clothes, a backpack, and I would really like to get more organized in my everyday life. I just get stressed about it. So last night was really cool. I finished my blog really late last night and I stayed on here for a while talking to friends on Myspace. Then I 3 in the morning, my dad drove me down the Chevron store to get Ketchup, which took a long time because I was getting sodas there and their lids are viciously sucky. And when I got home, I just read.
I crawled in to bed and pulled out my book and read. Right now, I am reading my favorite book of all time: The Catcher in the Rye. I've read it once before and loved it. But now that I know how it ends I wanted to read it again. It's definitely my favorite book of all time. See the book has an easy enough plot. The main protagonist and antihero, Holden Caulfield, is recalling the events that take place after he is expelled from Pencey Prep. But what the book is really about, is Holden Caulfield's narration of his own thoughts. I can truly relate to Holden in that way. I never seem to be doing anything important enough to keep people on the edge of their seat but I always have something going on in my mind that I think if people could hear, would look at me differently. Holden is sort of a loner and an outsider so to speak. Not that I can relate to being a loner in that way. I do have a lot of friends. But I feel different than everyone else at times. I think that' s what I love about the book. It truly is the Bible for anybody experiencing teenage angst.
Not that I am exactly angsty but I think at times, I can feel at odds with myself when it comes to certain things. I am certainly jaded when it comes to my view of the world. I'm not bitter but I definitely am more cynical than most. I guess it just comes from being born in this age, this time. There is so much failure amongst the authority in the world, that in order to survive life, you must open your eyes and examine everything at it's core.
That's what like 90% of my thoughts are about. I am always analyzing things, trying to make sense of them. Maybe that's because so few things make sense in life. Maybe it's just because I am curious. I don't know.
Like I said, I didn't fall asleep until about 4 in the morning. I woke up at around 11:30 which is not bad considering I have a tendency and a likelihood to sleep for 10 hours given the chance. Today has actually felt pretty long considering the shortness of hours. It's felt long in a good way though. I'm not bored with today is what I am trying to say. I actually like night time better. There is better shows on and you can get more stuff done.
So I think what I started to talk about at some point in this giant array of commentary, was High School. I am excited but scared about it. Scared in a good way though. I am scared mainly because I am not as organized as I would like to be at this point. I guess I should get started on that. The problem is, I am a huge procrastinator. Don't get me wrong, I am good at last minute things but it has gotten me into trouble before. That's one of the reason I did less than well at school last year. I waited until the last minute on virtually all of my assignments. Sure, I would get done a few of them but mostly I couldn't get done in time. I truly need to suck it up and become more organized.
There are really no more excuses now that I am High School. The only I can blame at this point if I fail, is myself. I don't want that to happen. I really want to do well. I want to get through this year and at the end I can really say that I gave it my absolute best. I really do. I haven't been able to do that in a while. Not that I don't do well even when I am not trying my hardest but I feel so much better about myself when I try my hardest and hopefully my work will improve too.
There's simple no more hand holding when it comes to my work. I am on my own, which is not necessarily a bad thing. I think I'll like it better this way. I am definitely more mature than last year. I am far less concerned about childish things. I simply want to go in there and destroy, in a sense.
I guess I should close it up. I am going to church tomorrow and that is always fun. There wasn't really much of a theme in this blog for me to go full circle and end it with some ribbon on the top all prettied up and what not. That is what my brain is like though. I realize that there isn't always an ironic twist in life. On boring days like this, my biggest entertainment is coming on here and telling you all about it. I hope I have bored you good and plenty because when it comes to boredom on a day like today, I have more than enough to spare. :)
Good Night,
Dylan Starks
I guess I was subject to a boring day today. I didn't really fall asleep until around 4 in the morning last night. It's not that I try and pull these all nighters. They aren't healthy for you and I do not recommend them to any one who wants to feel good the next day. It's just that I have a lot on my mind right now. To be honest, I am in a pretty good place right now. My family is getting by just fine and we are happier than usual. I love it when it's like that. What's on my mind is not bad.
I have High School starting a week from Monday, and there's so much organization and preparation to do in just a week. I need to get paper, pens, notebooks, clothes, a backpack, and I would really like to get more organized in my everyday life. I just get stressed about it. So last night was really cool. I finished my blog really late last night and I stayed on here for a while talking to friends on Myspace. Then I 3 in the morning, my dad drove me down the Chevron store to get Ketchup, which took a long time because I was getting sodas there and their lids are viciously sucky. And when I got home, I just read.
I crawled in to bed and pulled out my book and read. Right now, I am reading my favorite book of all time: The Catcher in the Rye. I've read it once before and loved it. But now that I know how it ends I wanted to read it again. It's definitely my favorite book of all time. See the book has an easy enough plot. The main protagonist and antihero, Holden Caulfield, is recalling the events that take place after he is expelled from Pencey Prep. But what the book is really about, is Holden Caulfield's narration of his own thoughts. I can truly relate to Holden in that way. I never seem to be doing anything important enough to keep people on the edge of their seat but I always have something going on in my mind that I think if people could hear, would look at me differently. Holden is sort of a loner and an outsider so to speak. Not that I can relate to being a loner in that way. I do have a lot of friends. But I feel different than everyone else at times. I think that' s what I love about the book. It truly is the Bible for anybody experiencing teenage angst.
Not that I am exactly angsty but I think at times, I can feel at odds with myself when it comes to certain things. I am certainly jaded when it comes to my view of the world. I'm not bitter but I definitely am more cynical than most. I guess it just comes from being born in this age, this time. There is so much failure amongst the authority in the world, that in order to survive life, you must open your eyes and examine everything at it's core.
That's what like 90% of my thoughts are about. I am always analyzing things, trying to make sense of them. Maybe that's because so few things make sense in life. Maybe it's just because I am curious. I don't know.
Like I said, I didn't fall asleep until about 4 in the morning. I woke up at around 11:30 which is not bad considering I have a tendency and a likelihood to sleep for 10 hours given the chance. Today has actually felt pretty long considering the shortness of hours. It's felt long in a good way though. I'm not bored with today is what I am trying to say. I actually like night time better. There is better shows on and you can get more stuff done.
So I think what I started to talk about at some point in this giant array of commentary, was High School. I am excited but scared about it. Scared in a good way though. I am scared mainly because I am not as organized as I would like to be at this point. I guess I should get started on that. The problem is, I am a huge procrastinator. Don't get me wrong, I am good at last minute things but it has gotten me into trouble before. That's one of the reason I did less than well at school last year. I waited until the last minute on virtually all of my assignments. Sure, I would get done a few of them but mostly I couldn't get done in time. I truly need to suck it up and become more organized.
There are really no more excuses now that I am High School. The only I can blame at this point if I fail, is myself. I don't want that to happen. I really want to do well. I want to get through this year and at the end I can really say that I gave it my absolute best. I really do. I haven't been able to do that in a while. Not that I don't do well even when I am not trying my hardest but I feel so much better about myself when I try my hardest and hopefully my work will improve too.
There's simple no more hand holding when it comes to my work. I am on my own, which is not necessarily a bad thing. I think I'll like it better this way. I am definitely more mature than last year. I am far less concerned about childish things. I simply want to go in there and destroy, in a sense.
I guess I should close it up. I am going to church tomorrow and that is always fun. There wasn't really much of a theme in this blog for me to go full circle and end it with some ribbon on the top all prettied up and what not. That is what my brain is like though. I realize that there isn't always an ironic twist in life. On boring days like this, my biggest entertainment is coming on here and telling you all about it. I hope I have bored you good and plenty because when it comes to boredom on a day like today, I have more than enough to spare. :)
Good Night,
Dylan Starks
School Year is Coming
I suppose a few months after my last post, I should try and update again. There has been a lot to cover. I'm not sure where to start but I guess I should start with what's coming up. High School. As much as school and I have had conflicting personalities, I do love school. I can't wait to see my friends again. The loneliness of this Summer has extended into my music. I've written a few good songs but so far, the majority of my work has been dismal at best compared to when I've had the influence of my friends and their problems.
I have always been like that. When I'm alone in my thoughts I seem to be unable to find the words to output it onto the paper. I rarely, when alone, have the desire to put my emotions into words, because usually, I don't know what I'm thinking. I guess my mind is like the world right now, full of information but rarely full of useful information. I think constantly about the world around me but I hardly ever have the ability to process all of the mass hysteria of trivial facts and information and turn into logical thoughts.
That is how songs are written. Songs are random thoughts that you believe describe your emotion or idea set to music and that correspond with one another. Eventually you find a formula that works for you, to help you write. I just know that sometimes, you have too many thoughts to process into an emotion and you just feel overloaded. It's a peak time to start a journal and turn your thoughts into a form. I personally use that system to write. It doesn't always work but maybe it's not supposed to.
But back to school. I am excited to be able to go back. My family is trying this Virtual Academy thing with the younger kids that I in no way agree with. I have protested often to no avail. My sister agreed to it quickly. My brother was unsure from the beginning but in the end my attempts to coheres him into going to public school was clouded by his undying compliance to his parents. Hahaha. That just kills me.
I however detested the idea from the beginning and will be going to High School as planned. In case you want to know what classes I am taking this next year, they are the following. Geometry, World Cultures, Chem/Physics, Honors English, Weight Lifting, and Guitar Int.
Yeah, I will be in Guitar Int. I feel like I am already above that class but I guess I'll find out when I get the text book next Monday.
I guess there isn't much else to say...
There is never that much to say. I mean, compared to how many thoughts go through your mind every minute, is there ever much to say. Most of what goes through our mind is incomprehensible and it goes through our mind too fast for us to notice that it did. I guess the best example would be our dreams. We dream on average 10 dreams a night as we sleep. We usually remember just one of our dreams. A dream, is an uninterrupted state of thought that is more concentrated and vivid then any passing thought or disregardful piece of information. We dream by night our most important ideas because that is the only time that we have enough time to think about it. The problem is that during this age of information overload, we lose ourselves in the way we lose our minds trying to sift through the millions of options that are put before us every single time we type something in on a search engine. We cannot process all of our dreams because at any given second, we have millions of thoughts that run through our brain. In order to access all of our most important thoughts, we must find the time to dream by day, so that we can have the ability to put our dreams in to action. It was summed up best by the Lawrence of Arabia when he said, "Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible."
Dream always and keep reading. I hate to think that this would go unread when there is so much useless information in it.
--Dylan Starks
I have always been like that. When I'm alone in my thoughts I seem to be unable to find the words to output it onto the paper. I rarely, when alone, have the desire to put my emotions into words, because usually, I don't know what I'm thinking. I guess my mind is like the world right now, full of information but rarely full of useful information. I think constantly about the world around me but I hardly ever have the ability to process all of the mass hysteria of trivial facts and information and turn into logical thoughts.
That is how songs are written. Songs are random thoughts that you believe describe your emotion or idea set to music and that correspond with one another. Eventually you find a formula that works for you, to help you write. I just know that sometimes, you have too many thoughts to process into an emotion and you just feel overloaded. It's a peak time to start a journal and turn your thoughts into a form. I personally use that system to write. It doesn't always work but maybe it's not supposed to.
But back to school. I am excited to be able to go back. My family is trying this Virtual Academy thing with the younger kids that I in no way agree with. I have protested often to no avail. My sister agreed to it quickly. My brother was unsure from the beginning but in the end my attempts to coheres him into going to public school was clouded by his undying compliance to his parents. Hahaha. That just kills me.
I however detested the idea from the beginning and will be going to High School as planned. In case you want to know what classes I am taking this next year, they are the following. Geometry, World Cultures, Chem/Physics, Honors English, Weight Lifting, and Guitar Int.
Yeah, I will be in Guitar Int. I feel like I am already above that class but I guess I'll find out when I get the text book next Monday.
I guess there isn't much else to say...
There is never that much to say. I mean, compared to how many thoughts go through your mind every minute, is there ever much to say. Most of what goes through our mind is incomprehensible and it goes through our mind too fast for us to notice that it did. I guess the best example would be our dreams. We dream on average 10 dreams a night as we sleep. We usually remember just one of our dreams. A dream, is an uninterrupted state of thought that is more concentrated and vivid then any passing thought or disregardful piece of information. We dream by night our most important ideas because that is the only time that we have enough time to think about it. The problem is that during this age of information overload, we lose ourselves in the way we lose our minds trying to sift through the millions of options that are put before us every single time we type something in on a search engine. We cannot process all of our dreams because at any given second, we have millions of thoughts that run through our brain. In order to access all of our most important thoughts, we must find the time to dream by day, so that we can have the ability to put our dreams in to action. It was summed up best by the Lawrence of Arabia when he said, "Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible."
Dream always and keep reading. I hate to think that this would go unread when there is so much useless information in it.
--Dylan Starks
Friday, April 24, 2009
As of April
I'm gonna make this as short as like a month of no updates can be. I guess my number one thing would be that Sadie had the puppies. Let me take you through that day. I got up at 7:00 that day, which is like an hour later than usual because I had a late start that day. I had gotten so much sleep and I went outside and was talking to Mom. She had told me that Sadie was like about to pop. I went to do my usual early morning TV schedule which consists of the two Late Night shows on NBC from the previous night. I watched Leno (by the way, best of wishes to him. Get well soon) and then started Fallon. I was about half way through and then Mom walks over to Sadie who is panting like crazy. She goes, "Dylan, Puppy". So I stood still for a second and then found myself and walked in to go get the little booger sucky thingy to help the puppy breath. We got the puppy breathing fine. And then, I was like, Mom, I'm not going to school today. And she's like, whatever. So we moved Sadie into the den and sat there with her. I nicknamed the puppy Delilah. I'm not sure why. Part of it came from the song, but some of it came from somewhere inside that it just slipped out. I don't know what in me made me choose Delilah. I just have some strong connections to that name and it sounded right.
As we sat there waiting for the next puppy, it started getting kinda scary because the puppy started taking a long time and then Sadie gave birth to the amniotic sack but the puppy wasn't there. My mom was kinda nervous but I just kept praying that it would be okay. The Lord was apparently listening because the puppy was born. She was breach but she lived. I sort of wanted to pick Gloria but Mom said Rose. I liked it. For some reason, I thought of her some what like Rose from Titanic. How she survived something that was scary. We named the second girl Rose.
The next one took a little while longer. Scout woke up and came in. We sat there and talked together while waiting. Then, of course, I got this side splitting headache. It was just horrible. I thought my head would seriously fall off. I wanted to wait for the next puppies but I had to lay down. So I went into the family room and laid down on the couch and fell asleep for a few minutes. I got like an hour of sleep before Mom called and told me that another puppy was born. I just yelled in there. "Violet!". I don't know where it came from. It's just what I said when she told me. I was gonna go sit in there but my head was still hurting too bad. Then of course, the boy puppy was born like 20 minutes later. I called KJ at first but Mom is making me call him Kassius. His full name is Kassius Jack so technically it's not wrong for me to call him KJ but she doesn't want him to get confused. They are still too young to play with but they are awesome to hold.
Then, after that great day, my girlfriend dumped me. I'm gonna go into the details about THAT but needless to say, I'm not in the best of moods over that. I was with her for 2 years on and off and she dumped me and then tried to get me back but I didn't want to take her back. She dumped me. I just said, no.
It's weird being truly single for the first time in over a year, but I guess it's good to see what else is out there. I'm not trying to sound like some heart broken melodramatic teen but I'm just a little jaded over it. I'm just glad that I found out now instead of later that we shouldn't be together. I'm sort of content for now.
I have been throwing myself into my music for the past few weeks but hopefully soon, I can stop this dry spell of creativity and get some songs flowing so I can stop being so focused on inspring myself. I did just recently write a song but the lyrics are kinda iffy so I'm gonna keep myself busy with fixing that song up and hopefully finishing it. Maybe then, I'll just naturally get inspired. BTW, I started a band with Baylor/Jett and my friend Tylor. I am however missing a drummer. Any takers? E-mail me at dylstarks@gmail.com if you know somebody who wants to awe me with some mad drumming skills. The reason I put Baylor/Jett is because both can play bass and so when I find out who's better on bass then I'll pick. I personally, as most of you know, play guitar and sing.
I am so behind in school right now. It just seems sometimes like there aren't enough hours in the day. I'm gonna use this weekend to get some stuff caught up.
Well that should cover everything as of recently.
And of course to continue my support for my favorite band, Green Day, buy "Know Your Enemy" on iTunes and pre-order "21st Century Breakdown" which is out May 15th.
And on that note, I leave you.
Peace,
Dylan
As we sat there waiting for the next puppy, it started getting kinda scary because the puppy started taking a long time and then Sadie gave birth to the amniotic sack but the puppy wasn't there. My mom was kinda nervous but I just kept praying that it would be okay. The Lord was apparently listening because the puppy was born. She was breach but she lived. I sort of wanted to pick Gloria but Mom said Rose. I liked it. For some reason, I thought of her some what like Rose from Titanic. How she survived something that was scary. We named the second girl Rose.
The next one took a little while longer. Scout woke up and came in. We sat there and talked together while waiting. Then, of course, I got this side splitting headache. It was just horrible. I thought my head would seriously fall off. I wanted to wait for the next puppies but I had to lay down. So I went into the family room and laid down on the couch and fell asleep for a few minutes. I got like an hour of sleep before Mom called and told me that another puppy was born. I just yelled in there. "Violet!". I don't know where it came from. It's just what I said when she told me. I was gonna go sit in there but my head was still hurting too bad. Then of course, the boy puppy was born like 20 minutes later. I called KJ at first but Mom is making me call him Kassius. His full name is Kassius Jack so technically it's not wrong for me to call him KJ but she doesn't want him to get confused. They are still too young to play with but they are awesome to hold.
Then, after that great day, my girlfriend dumped me. I'm gonna go into the details about THAT but needless to say, I'm not in the best of moods over that. I was with her for 2 years on and off and she dumped me and then tried to get me back but I didn't want to take her back. She dumped me. I just said, no.
It's weird being truly single for the first time in over a year, but I guess it's good to see what else is out there. I'm not trying to sound like some heart broken melodramatic teen but I'm just a little jaded over it. I'm just glad that I found out now instead of later that we shouldn't be together. I'm sort of content for now.
I have been throwing myself into my music for the past few weeks but hopefully soon, I can stop this dry spell of creativity and get some songs flowing so I can stop being so focused on inspring myself. I did just recently write a song but the lyrics are kinda iffy so I'm gonna keep myself busy with fixing that song up and hopefully finishing it. Maybe then, I'll just naturally get inspired. BTW, I started a band with Baylor/Jett and my friend Tylor. I am however missing a drummer. Any takers? E-mail me at dylstarks@gmail.com if you know somebody who wants to awe me with some mad drumming skills. The reason I put Baylor/Jett is because both can play bass and so when I find out who's better on bass then I'll pick. I personally, as most of you know, play guitar and sing.
I am so behind in school right now. It just seems sometimes like there aren't enough hours in the day. I'm gonna use this weekend to get some stuff caught up.
Well that should cover everything as of recently.
And of course to continue my support for my favorite band, Green Day, buy "Know Your Enemy" on iTunes and pre-order "21st Century Breakdown" which is out May 15th.
And on that note, I leave you.
Peace,
Dylan
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