hey guys. depression really sucks. doing things you dont want to do, thinking things you dont want to think. filled with groundless anger and jealousy over trivial things. you know it's stupid, but you cant help it. so you put the best face on it, go through day to day, and late at night tear yourself apart inwardly(sometimes outwardly). i just want to leave, to get out of this place. one way or another. there are a lot of things i wont need anymore. tara expressed interest in my cloths, so she can have those. i also want her to have my old stuffed pal, dinotaur. ben can have my penny-jar and my bank account, hopefully paying back some of my debt to him. sean gets my cd player(it's served me well) and all of my cds. i want all of my old nerd pariphinalia to go to carl egbert. topher gets my guitar and amp. he also gets my trombone, so he can learn lip slurs. my clarinet goes to corvallis high, to replace their crappy communal one. my bike goes to katie, so she can finally get rid of that huffy. that's all i can think of, all the stuff which i own that has special/practical significance to me. that's a pretty sad list. i've been told that i'm not empty, but i would argue the contrary. there will be no real loss to the world, life will go on the same. all my works(old school projects, art, writings)should be locked up in a closet somewhere, for anyone who cares enough to see the sum accomplishment of my life. i used to want to run away, try to find some new and exciting place. somewhere where i can feel alive. i have come to realize that everywhere is the same. everywhere feels the same. here, the hills around town, a beachhouse on the coast, it wouldn't really matter. you'd get drunk, if you weren't affraid of your parents noticing the missing beer/liquor. but liquor cant solve everything. just need to let go, escape, leave this dead end place. Under the Bridge really has been your theme song. your life may have been empty and lonely up until now, but look on the bright side: you're not losing much.

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Seeing as everything lately has been a huge steaming pile of Brodie, I'm posting something. Yeah.

Now that we have acuired a camera, our up-and-comming film studio has hit a few roadblocks. Two, to be particular. Namely the lack of a firewire card (IEEE 1934) and a sufficently large hard drive. (We're looking for upwards of 40 megs, and several) So if you have money you can send us, things we could sell for money, or the things we're looking for, hand it over. This is your chance to secure your place in history by becomeing on the the founding sponsors for out soon-so-be groundbreaking enterprise. So act NOW!

In other news, I think my wang has serious growth potential. Ladies, I'm talking to YOU.

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Damn it Jeremy, quit narking on our stash.

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Well, hello. To all you diehard Brodie fans out there, i am happy to report that we
are now offering a book entitled the collective works of Brodie. We are also
offering a set of 8x11 inch head shots, as well as exclusive trading cards from his
role as man without a face number #4 in the "Thomas Crown Affair". The entire
package is priced to move at $19.95, plus S&H. We are also offering an exclusive
Topher the White Shirpa action figure. It is brightly colored, made out of high
grade plastic, and has a nifty kung-fu grip. Order now and you will also recieve a
deluxe model authentic Topher shirpa hat. One size fits all. This package is a steal
at $19.95, plus S&H. I am loath to deprive you of your idle, but
nothing lasts forever. If you would like an audio tape of my message, narrated by
Charlton Heston, please send $19.95 plus S&H.

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why arent you posting? bah.

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