Dylan Watkins?
OK kiddies, I thought I would blog once again since it is April. Easter has come to pass, there has been a time change for some sort of daylight savings special down Isle 9. Anyway, the point is, I've got things to say:
The Scantily Clad Lads showed up at the Radio X Open Mic night this past Tuesday and played five songs (three being covers). We played: Hurt, Rose, Stumbeliene, Derelict Miasma (AKA - I can derelict my own balls, thank you), and Last Call. All went rather well except for the several screw-ups that most people in the crowd (small crowd) didn't notice. But, of course, during rose, the microphone was all up in my shizzy cause me and Val sing in that song so I screwed up bad during that song.
I also played a short solo set at the same open mic night. And yes Chris, I taped it. I played: Tomorrow, Evil Soundtrack, Who the Fuck Knows, Girls in the Garden, and One of the Same. I did pretty decently, but I can't be sure if I did the best I could. At the show I called myself Dylan Watkins, but I have been thinking about people with pseudonyms lately (ie - Sycamore Smith, Elliott Smith, Mr. Popstar) and I realized I hate my last name and need a pseudonym indefinitely. But, what? Someone help me out here!
I was inducted into the Psychology National Honor Society today (which means they can never kick me out) and it was odd. I arrived 3 minutes late and they already started. So, I arrived late, but I think it looked rather fashionable myself. Probably because I am a suave, debonair motherfucker. It was kind of lame, we signed a piece of paper and lit a candle. Lame, eh? Then they told us to socialize. I said nothing to nobody and stood around for 10 minutes, drank some water, and left. That was a great way to spend 30 minutes.
I fasted again this past weekend and was going to fast for 48 hours but I broke it off. I expended too much energy and ended up quitting the fast 6 hours sooner than I would of because I didn't want to be pooped for Ninja Games. I was spending too much time playing DDR during my fast. Yea, that's right, DDR. I like that game, and I never really started playing it often before this weekend. But yea, it is a good time. I probably won't play tonight, but I sure will play tomorrow!
Anyway, that's all I have for now I think. I hope I can write more cool songs because I have been having pretty decent ideas for music since February hit. Anyway, help me with the pseudonym and until I see you next, keep on living (Unless you are Terry Shiavo or The Pope).
The Scantily Clad Lads showed up at the Radio X Open Mic night this past Tuesday and played five songs (three being covers). We played: Hurt, Rose, Stumbeliene, Derelict Miasma (AKA - I can derelict my own balls, thank you), and Last Call. All went rather well except for the several screw-ups that most people in the crowd (small crowd) didn't notice. But, of course, during rose, the microphone was all up in my shizzy cause me and Val sing in that song so I screwed up bad during that song.
I also played a short solo set at the same open mic night. And yes Chris, I taped it. I played: Tomorrow, Evil Soundtrack, Who the Fuck Knows, Girls in the Garden, and One of the Same. I did pretty decently, but I can't be sure if I did the best I could. At the show I called myself Dylan Watkins, but I have been thinking about people with pseudonyms lately (ie - Sycamore Smith, Elliott Smith, Mr. Popstar) and I realized I hate my last name and need a pseudonym indefinitely. But, what? Someone help me out here!
I was inducted into the Psychology National Honor Society today (which means they can never kick me out) and it was odd. I arrived 3 minutes late and they already started. So, I arrived late, but I think it looked rather fashionable myself. Probably because I am a suave, debonair motherfucker. It was kind of lame, we signed a piece of paper and lit a candle. Lame, eh? Then they told us to socialize. I said nothing to nobody and stood around for 10 minutes, drank some water, and left. That was a great way to spend 30 minutes.
I fasted again this past weekend and was going to fast for 48 hours but I broke it off. I expended too much energy and ended up quitting the fast 6 hours sooner than I would of because I didn't want to be pooped for Ninja Games. I was spending too much time playing DDR during my fast. Yea, that's right, DDR. I like that game, and I never really started playing it often before this weekend. But yea, it is a good time. I probably won't play tonight, but I sure will play tomorrow!
Anyway, that's all I have for now I think. I hope I can write more cool songs because I have been having pretty decent ideas for music since February hit. Anyway, help me with the pseudonym and until I see you next, keep on living (Unless you are Terry Shiavo or The Pope).

7 Comments:
yay open mic night
you named it Girls in the Garden :)
hmm fake names, do you not feel connected to Rus Goodman? I feel quite connected to Renee Darling, its the fake name I have used since 9th grade. It's just like a second name to me. But finding one for you that works like that...hmmm...
Ok that induction sounds way lame, but whatever. You are a bad ass for being in the physco society.
ddr...I'm telling you, arcade is better
what i thought you would include our good friend Robert Zimmerman (aka. Bob Dylan) in that list.
i used to be Ethan Riviera. but you knew that. i need to find a name to call myself for my music too.
here is one for you:
Brillious Pink
you should let me here those recordings someday
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Dylanthimum? Dylan Splanstead? Dylan Sproutnick? Mardyllo?
susan dust
I like susan dust
please leave johnsons out of it
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