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| Friday, July 22nd, 2005 | | 9:41 pm |
Dylan Quigley Dartmouth Debate Institute - Dartmouth College, Hinman Box 6145 Hanover, New Hampshire 03755 Not much time for letter writing but I'd love to recieve. Leave yours and I'll do my very best. love -d | | Monday, July 18th, 2005 | | 12:57 pm |
In Hanover NH. Be back Aug 14th. | | Friday, July 1st, 2005 | | 10:04 am |
| | Friday, June 24th, 2005 | | 11:33 am |
so anyway i'll be leaving sat morning for manditory family/college visits. ICT to Indy to East Lansing to Chicago. Be back next friday so Iinvite me to you 4th of July festivities. | | Monday, May 30th, 2005 | | 11:34 am |
Poll
Do you think France should have voted Non on the Constitution? [i dont know how to do polls so just comment] | | Tuesday, May 24th, 2005 | | 5:10 pm |
Schedule
IB Math Studies SL | Cusick Fry's Proctor/AP Government | Uh... Fry/Koch Orchestra 4 | Fowler IB World Literature 2 HL | Maack IB Psychology HL | Pilcher IB Theatre Arts HL | G Teacher Assistant | Coachie | | Tuesday, April 26th, 2005 | | 3:39 pm |
| | Thursday, April 21st, 2005 | | 6:56 pm |
| | Saturday, April 2nd, 2005 | | 10:10 am |
| | Thursday, March 31st, 2005 | | 8:16 pm |
this show is kicking my ass, what was i thinking? or more aptly what was G thinking? this role is way outside my box, everyone else up there has their character yah know? they've got themselves. and i have fucking Colonal Melkett the fucker drill sargent. im fumbling, im sucking, we dont have nearly enough time. i just dont love this as much as i thought i did, i just dont have the energy, i dont want to disappoint myself, i dont wann disappoint everyone else. G is giving me that fucking look already. im gonna go work my lines now. -d | | Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005 | | 10:58 pm |
dewar world- i am dylan and i am ghastly. i am mean and suave andf cary grant. i will destroy your castle by the sea. cruely yours, [Edit: Hibah] ps: | | Saturday, March 19th, 2005 | | 3:10 pm |
Grahm's is having a teen night Sunday. Lame I know, but untill Sep 11th this is what i settle for and I missed homecoming for college debate worship and I havent been dancing in FOR-EV-ER. Anyone interested? | | Tuesday, March 15th, 2005 | | 10:10 pm |
a day in theatre
It is things like this that make it all worthwhile: "I did not approve of the subject matter but your performances were so realistic and so heatfelt that I truely began to feel sympathy for their plight" Wow. How could an actor get any greater reward than that? Alex and I set out to do Angels in America with full knowedge that we might not win any award, that we may fail utterly but we felt that the subject matter was so important that we should go out and challange people to confront homosexulaity, AIDS and the everyday discusting things people do. And we said that even if we only effect one middle aged women from Goddard our project would be a success. And now it has. That simple sentance has regained a little of my faith in art, and in humanity. -dylan ps- I made it in Black Comedy! And I'm very excited, though nervous as I'm Kelsey's Army Father (a.k.a Col. Melkett). This will be interesting. | | Monday, March 14th, 2005 | | 4:49 pm |
Best Day Ever. or Close. And whoda thought it comes on a day when I was up till 4:20 doing my Long Essay. I got up at 7:20 (skiping zero hour already) then after my mom left, decided to forget school and to go back to bed. I got up at noon, took a nice shower, then ran an errand to Wallgreens only to see a good 3/4ths of East IB at Panera. Upon investigation I discoverd a walk-out was in progress and, not to be outdone in my dilinquency, I decided to join them. A unfortionate essay turn in prompted my return to out hollowed halls for 7th hour. But dreding ending such a good day with ToK, I stood right around the corner a waited to find someone who was actually going to class. Thank god for Elizabeth. The apex of these 24 hours was soon to come, as I walked to Drama (an hour late) I saw Ms. Tretbar who said "Dylan! Your actually here! You get a gold star! [seeing my sheepish look] Are you really going to class?" "Im going to A class" She cracked up, smiled and sent me on my way. I kinda love her now. In other news I fucked up my audition for Black Comedy but even it wasnt bad enough to distroy this awesome day. with love -dylan | | Tuesday, February 22nd, 2005 | | 12:36 am |
Things I Want: -To break at Maine East -To live closer to Emporia -To travel to Lexington, KN on April 29th, 2006 Fuck it, the last one of those must happen. I WILL qual. The ToC will be mine. I want it so fucking bad it tastes like metal in my mouth. Theres only one thing I want more, and its already on the list. | | Friday, February 18th, 2005 | | 11:53 pm |
just a few things... - guess i was wrong about the pictures soon, i keep forgetting, but as soon as i remember -i got first in congress ::muffled applause:: -i really hope it works out with her. cause she's to cool to let go of that easily. the end. | | Wednesday, February 16th, 2005 | | 6:35 pm |
Its gone. Pictures to come soon. -d | | Monday, February 14th, 2005 | | 11:37 pm |
Well I, for one, had a pretty fucking good V-Day: I didnt go to school. I was sick. A combination of the flu and unfinishedhomeworkitis. I just got back from a great road trip with loud, but not that annoying, friends. Though it was to short, I didnt get to see any of my Lawrence friends. I got to hang out with some of the best debaters in the country. I got to know a smart, pretty, funny girl who may like me. Whoda thought that would happen on Valentines Day? -dylan [Edit: Well, fuck, I guess nothing is perfect.] | | Monday, February 7th, 2005 | | 7:37 pm |
i spent the day walking around with my big fucking headphones on. i couldnt help thinking a couple things. that life is better with a soundtrack. but also that technology both literally and figuratively cuts us off from each other. i was happy alone with hip hop blasting into my skull, i worked better, didnt even have to worry about red haired midgits yelling at me cause i couldnt fucking hear them. but what does that do, or say really, if im the most happy and productive with the most accurate sound reproduction available straped to my head.
tim wilson is getting to me.
i wish there was more art in policy debate. fuck it, i wish there was more art in life and i wish i was part of it. i find myself enamored by the prospect of doing "angels in america" with alex because im so starved for creativity. i spend to much of my life filling out forms and participating in bullshit literary discussions. i live for those moments, not just in some pretentious and obscure vision of dark lights, smoke and coffee, but those moments of connection in creativy. not so serious, but alive. this school (and i really mean this program) has an amazing ability to beat real learning out of you. but ill fight back and play their game. i can sit on a lunch table and look at the works of an artist 100 years dead and talk with an artist with brilliant ideas and i want so much to reach out and tell her how much i wish to be part of what she does, i live for those moments and ill strave untill i get another.
sometimes i think Fort Hays has it right:
"Welcome to the Art Slam! Sittin here in Kansas talkin about foreign policy, FUCK FOREIGN POLICY!"
thats's a goddamn debate round.
i kinda wish i was going to homecoming, i never get to fucking dance.
My to do list today is to turn the party out.
Getting hot in here.
No room to breathe.
I got my pen in my hand, so you best not sleep. Current Music: beastie boys - an open letter to nyc | | Sunday, February 6th, 2005 | | 10:16 pm |
random quote from a House 1 speech: [in refrence to volunteering at a firehouse] "I help them relieve their manpower." Poor kid, he had no idea what hit him. -d |
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