whoo-ah! new pictures! the're here. the girl was riding my ass to get them up, so there's a few more that will go up eventually, but this should keep you (our rabid fan base) satisfied. at least for a little while. until next time, kiddies! always brush your teeth!

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And pick up, things certainly will! For we will be Juniors! Which is almost Seniors! NOTHING will be able to stop us, almost anyway. BWAHAHA

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yeah! someone posted! :)
anyway, glad you like the picture, and the post. on the subject of the picture, i'm almost finished with my latest project. you know those VH1 pop-up videos? i'm making one (sort of) using out-takes from the tv movie filming. right now i'm waiting for it to render. it should kick a reasonable amount of ass.
i'm glad you got a paying job and all, but FUCK! coudn't you have left while i was gone? now we won't be able to get anything done. :( ah well. when school starts, things'll really pick up. whoo-ah!

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Hey everybody, i like the new picture. Lunchbox, that has got to be one of the deepest most profound things i've ever seen on this sight. No offense Brodie. I think the key thing you said in it was the part about moving on. Let the past take care of itself.

Tying in to your flying metaphor: Pick a star and reach for it, keep climbing until you reach it, and if you don't or it's not quite the star you thought it was. Grab for another before you fall, or at least try to grab one on the way down. That way you'll be that much closer to wherever you're trying to climb to.

On another note, I will be gone again next week. I will be doing field work in vancouver for my dad's business. Woohoo, finally a paying job!
Anyway, i hope to see you all soon, because i wont be at registration.

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will someone else PLEASE post?! i'm getting lonely here...

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huge depressing post alert! woot! woot!

inspired by a close friend of mine, i've decided to transcribe my thoughts, at least after a fashion. i doubt mine will be quite as insightful, nor as eloquent, seeing as i am not as gifted as he. but that, i supose it part of why i'm writing tonight: a feeling of lack of self-worth. i keep wanting to be more than i am, have more than i do. i know this is natural for all human beings, but i can't help from feeling that i'm asking too much. that i don't deserve what i'm asking for. all my life people tell me i'm special, that i'm a really nice guy, or smart or good looking or whatever. but are they saying what they really think? do they really think that of me, or are they simply saying nice things to try and make me feel better? or to help them feel better about themselves, the same way you might feel better about yourself for letting a mosquito get away rather that squish it for taking your blood. am i really something special, someone unique? or am i, as tyler durden would say, not a special and unique snowflake, all part of the same compost heap? i WANT to be something special, so that people will want to be around me, want to know me and be my friend. but deep down, i know that's not the truth. i know that i'm no different than everyone else. no, i am different. i'm worse. everything i've ever believed, everything i thought i stood for, turns out to be something unatainable. i'm just a worthless waste of space who trys to justify himself by hurting other people.

aw fuck. i can't get this right... i can't seem to say what i want to. all i've ended up doing is wallowing in self-pity.

some people want to change the world. i want to change myself. i want to put aside my past, my shortcommings, my problems, and MOVE ON. go out there and see what the world has to offer. and everytime i think i've done it, something pulls me back. it's like going bugee jumping, only in reverse. just when i think i'm about to break free, and leave it all behind, the rope pulls taunt and i come hurtling back to earth, to reality. but then i wonder if it is, in fact, the way things have to be, or if i just can't let go? maybe the bungee cord is gripped in my hand, not tied to me, and all i have to do is find out how to let go. (ok, the bungee metaphor is getting out of hand now) the people who are trying to help me, or think they are, don't really understand... i'm stuck between two worlds, and they think that by throwing me a life-line from the world i'm trying to leave is help. the one's who are helping are the ones who are waiting for me, paitently, in the new world, the one i'm trying desperatly to reach. they're not doing anything, they're just THERE. waiting, believing i'll get there someday. they understand. they may not know it, but they do.

ah...
thanks. that must be sort of what it's like to have good cry. i feel better now. maybe, tomarrow, that certian female that's been on my mind for the past month or so will e-mail me back. then my life will be well on it's was to being complete. :) yeah.

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i have RETURNED! and this time to stay, at least for the most part.
in the world of lunchbox, thing have been going fast and furious; theatre camp for two weeks, and then as soon as that's over, wisked off for a camping trip. however, during said camping trip, i was inspired and have begun work on a revision of our soon-to-be feature film. much writing has been done, and a great deal has been accomplished, at least in my mind. dialouge, shoting angles, story flow...my mind has been awash with ideas, and i have been franticly trying to commit some of them to paper. soon, very soon, the world shall know the fruits of my labor.
as for the "girls are confusing" things, i'll admit that mystery makes things more interesting, but i'm sick and fucking tired of surprises, at least for the time being. i'd rather like things to just go the way i think they ought to go for a while. once i'm comfertable with myself and my world, the surprises may being again. lunchbox has spoken. make it so.
so good-bye for now, kiddies. more fun next time!

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