man that cow did a lot of damage...

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you know that old saying, how you always hurt the one you love? it works both ways.

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seans idea

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jeremy is no more. now there is only me, UBERTOPHER.

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jeremy's been bitching about how i never do anythin with the site, so i'm going to prove him wrong. i'm planning on adding a section about us (there's a like to it right now, but don't click on it. if you do, it will whipe your hard drive and have sex with you significant other. really.), and maybe some other stuff. like guest pants...i donno. anyway, stay tuned. i love you.

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he will know when he is ready. the coyote cannot teach the rooster how to fly.

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and you know whom I'm talking about.

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my god brodie why the hell don't you just ask her out!

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horizons are false advertising. you look longingly at them, thinking how great it would be to reach the edge, and how much better everything would be. So one day you break. You work, and you sweat, following a path with an uncertain end, toiling upward and upward to indefinite lengths. you think you've reached it, but you havent. So you work even harder, over more trails, more forks in the road, striving for more false summits. And then when everything seems impossible, and you are on the verge of turning back, you find it. You make it to the summit, the glorious summit. you rush across the grassy hilltop, only to find before you yet another horizon. Worse still, there are always houses, or thick trees, so that the only views you can see are little slivers of light, through which you can see wonderous things. You try and try to get a better view, but that is all the life will perpit you. There are no more trails, paths, or even treadable brush, only a large wall, with only one tiny peep-hole for you. And then you turn around, casting your eyes on your town, your old familiar town from which you had tried to escape, if but for a moment. But now you see the town as you never had before. From this vantage point you can see clear across this little berg. And now as never before it seems pieceful, serene, and yet quite alive. So you decide to give up on the horizon. It may be more beautiful, enchanting, and alive on the otherside, but you can never get there, or even see it, not even for a minute. So you realize that it is best not to tempt yourself with fantasy. You give up on your distant dreams, realizing that this place is as good as it gets. And so, staring on your home with eyes you had never used before, you take in the simple beauty and pleasures of this small town, appreciating those things that you had passed over for many years. You may not have found the vibrant new life over the horizon, but you have breathed some more life into that which you would forsake, in your home, to which you will always be tied.

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yeah brodie, i see where you're comming from too...i've been there. i'm just not as good at hiding it as you are. i supose it's rather pointless to give advice because i don't really know how you feel, or what you're having problems with. i guess all i can say is, we (your friends) do care about you, even if we don't show it cause we're tough, macho, studly guys (well, most of us). life can really get you down , but just remeber that you mean more to your friends than you know. and you needen't be so worried about the pennies and such...i really only wanted the money to buy a firewires card, and now that i've got one, although money would be nice, i do not need it with the urgency i once did. anyway, i guess that what i'm trying to say is, although i can't really say anything much that would help you, i do (sort of) know how it goes...and if a pansy like me can put up with it for this long, i'm sure you can. ;) and please, if i've done anything that's giving your trouble, let me know. you're one of my best friends, and i don't want to hurt you. so buck up! we love you! ;)

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brodie, I understand where you are coming from... Probably not to the same degree but it's there. You can't let stuff like that get you down, but when it does. Just beat it down and laugh and say; "take that you steaming pile of anxiety/guilt/depression/jelousy, I don't need you. You're just a bunch of shit." But if that doesn't work, just find someone to talk to, thats what friends are for. And when you have expressed everything you needed to, and you still feel down. A little indulgment never hurt anyone. In small amounts.
On another note, Corvallis is a cage. we need to get out. If not just for a little while. Everyone needs an escape once in a while.

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WOO HOO!!! I finally remebered what my login is so I have a voice once more.

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