Midnight ramblings

I changed the name to my blog, and I'll explain why.

Growing up, I never had a nickname. EVER! I always wanted one, but how do you ask someone to give you a nickname? But now I have quit a few nicknames. Dyl. Dyllie Bar. Dyl Pickle, DyllieBean. I appreciate all of them, and my closest friends and people that mean a lot to me cal me these names so it adds to it even more.

Growing up, I actually hated my name. Dylan. It is just an odd name to me. My middle name is Mark, my dad has the same middle name, and I wanted to go by Mark so bad. I remember once when I was little, I told my Sunday School teacher that I would no longer be going by Dylan but rather Mark. All of class she would call for me, Mark, and I forgot and wouldn't acknowledge the fact that, Mark was myself.

It reminds me of how... different I always was from other kids. I don't know what I mean by that, but I have always been a loner. Not necessarily independent, but I have never had to rely on someone else to have a good time.

Another story I remember, I wanted chocolate ice cream really bad, and asked my mom to take me to the store to buy some. She said no, she was busy, so I scraped up five dollars and walked to the nearest gas station to buy ice cream. I remember getting home and most of the ice cream had melted.

I know random story, but it just makes me laugh.

About this time last year, I had talked to my dad about some very serious stuff. I was explaining to him a lot about myself, and while we were on the phone, he just told me how proud he was of me because I have always been myself. Even when I played baseball (yes, I played for 7 years thank you very much!) I was different than all the other kids. Not left out or anything, but when they were doing stupid stuff, I would be perfectly content not joining in and doing my own thing.

Well I really should be going to bed. Tomorrow is bound to be a long day.
My schedule, in case anybody cares.

9:30-12:20 class
12:30-1:00ish- previewing monologues, getting some critique.
2:00-5:00- scene shop
5:00-6:30- Dinner/pack for home/clean apartment
7:00-10:00- Rehearsal
After rehearsal driving home to Wichita. Then Wed. is another full day, but this time I get to hang out with my amazing sister! I can't wait! She is one of my favorite people. I like to think, even if we weren't siblings, we would probably somehow be friends.

Goal: Say something nice to someone, not for any particular reason, just to brighten their day.