Depression, and Shameless Tags from Demon Barber's of Fleet Street.

Howdy Ho!

Looks like I'm back! (Finally) I would have wrote more, but if I honestly attempted to write during the last month, it would have just been bitter, nonsensical whining that wouldn't have been very entertaining. So, in that aspect...You are welcome :)

Not sure what's going on, I am just in a weird place in my life. Constantly surrounded by wonderful people, yet feeling alone. Wish I could explain it, but I can't. But, my plan is just to close my eyes, hold my breath, and eventually this time of my life will all pass. Good plan right? I'll let you know; hopefully I don't pass out or something from holding my breath. That would be unfortunate...Or on the contrary, rather fortunate. All depending on Perspective.

*pokes title* you ready for that shameless plug I referenced? Bryce is currently in a show!! Hellz yeah! I am in Sweeny Todd at the Midvale Main Street Theater. It’s the week of and before Halloween to beginning November. Like the 12th or something like that. AKA You are coming right? That's what I thought!

Not too much excitement or adventure going on now, just trying to hold on and enjoy the ride. Though I wouldn't say much enjoyment, primarily just an attempt to hold on. But Ce'st la vie right? Life is what it is, and eventually it ends. (I am awesome at stating the obvious)

Peace Out Till Next Time

-B.K. (like the fast food)

Happy times. (A new outlook on life)

Well...Life  has taken some interesting turns.  In a matter of a couple of weeks, I lost a best friend, quit a job (kinda), may have lost my driving privileges, broke down my car again, and the list keeps going.

BUT, oddly i feel slightly better than ever.  I can' t explain it, but with all the "shit" on the table (so to speak) I don't have as much bottled up inside me.  I feel calm, i feel sad, but ignoring the sad i feel at peace.  It's been a LONG ass time since i could say that.  Things are better.  And i refuse to let them get back to the way they were.  I am strong, Independent, Happy, and know where i am going in life! (for now)

I have a friend who has been cutting out people from her life a "spring cleaning" of friends if you will.  I feel like she is rubbing off on me.  I keep doing the same.  People need to go away.  I am me, And i don't need anyone else.  The.end.

-Signing out, a Changed Human



Bryce Kamryn Hickman

Lack of sleep = Strange music

So last week sometime, i was working all my jobs (3 of them) and going to school, i hadn't slept in 48 or more hours.  I was looking through my notes from my music 1040 class, History Of Music And Culture in the U.S., and apparently i wrote a full song.  The stranger part, i wrote it with notation.  Even stranger you ask?  The notation was like this.  I would write a chord, for example G#m or something.  and next to it write like a 2.   So G#m-2, which meant the Support was the G#m chord meanwhile the melody was sung the second note of that chord.  It makes no sense really.  The part that really boggles my mind is that i was able to figure all this out in a class that is only 1.5 hours, and write chord progressions that make any sense without a keyboard anywhere near me.  I am slightly concerned.  Anyway, the point.  I am going to post the song, obviously it's not wonderful (as i was sleeping).

HEaRT4a NOT

Hey, there you are
you said you would never leave
Your not going very far?
Well, that I can't believe

I saw his name there
Your Coworker? Couldn't be
I deserve to know, it's fair
I'm trying hard to see

Just one thing to let you know
One thing i need before you go

Dadada Wahdaadoooh Please...

Write Me out a peice of your heart
before you leave me here on my own
if you don't, I might Just break
and don't just leave it on my phone
I sincerely need you now 
But god knows you are already gone
what made you think i wouldn't catch on?


It's been over a week,
and now you might think
I'm alright, it's just a bluff
but you don't care enough!


You don't care now
you might never have at all
So take your bow
No bravo, no encore, you won it all


Just one thing to let you know
One thing i need before you go


I'm begging you, begging you, Come on now

Write me out a peice of your heart
Before you leave me here on my own
If you don't i will just break
I will not answer my phone
I thought i would need you now
But god knows i was wrong
What made you think i wouldn't move on?


When your letter came
I couldn't bare to read it
you don't deserve the fame
turns out, I really don't need your shit


Write me out a piece of your heart
As i stand here all alone
I hope you don't plan to take
anymore, you've turned my heart to stone
I will never need you now
You've left me, you're gone
What made you think i wouldn't catch on?


I never Got your heart,
But you'll always have mine


But don't worry, I'll be fine

Unstackable cans, Un petite peu de la français, and Muchos Much Deathen. (Rant And A Game!!)

       To begin, you may or may not already know this; but i work on the WinCo foods Freight team.  What does this mean?  I do all the hard work nobody else wants to do for shitty pay and shitty hours. (Pardon la français, s'il vous plaît?)  Want to know what makes it worse?  CANS THAT WON'T STACK!!  Will someone please explain to me the logic of putting soup in a can, that is not designed to stack?  Seriously!!  Out of all the possible containers to hold food in, other than the cancerous metal type, i would definitely choose to put it the unconvienent, and unpractical metal cylinder that won't stack.  The entire point we even think of using cans is because they stack!  It's for storage.  If they won't store, why use cans?  I could go buy soup from a local bakery that won't stack.  And yet My managers seem to think that i must stack it, Contrary to the design of the product itself.  I can't decide who is more moronic?  The soup people, or the managers forcing me to stack cans that protest the idea of being stacked.

So we are going to play a little game.  We are going to vote who gets to die first in BRyce kAmryn world.  Who is the weakest link and deserves to be slaughtered.  If you read this, I insist you vote.  You could save a life.

My supervisors?  Or Can Designers At Campbells?
The choice is yours :)
But there WILL be MUCHOS MUCH DEATHEN

-bryce.kam.hick.ryn.man

(Also i would like to thank an old friend/not-friend/idk anymore for that inside joke on muchos much deathen)

Blog Clarification

Continuing from this point on i will label the 'Genre' of blog in the title.

Generally speaking there are 4 types of blogs i will post:

Personal Updates
Rants (about things, people and life)
Art (music, fine art, clips and my personal thoughts on the matter)
Random ass satire and/or Stories.

Just be prepared :)

Oops I did it again.... I rambled about a Whale!! (Personal Update)

  ...haha.  So remember when i said i would start updating frequently?  I do too!  That's the problem.  I might have lied again :P  I think i may be becoming an indirect pathological liar.  I should probably work on that sometime in the near-like future.  But this time i used the word probably to negate any possible chance i don't work on it.  Though, then again me using the word "probably" is already taking a step so i guess this like ramble is completely pointless and just getting further from the point.  (I'm starting to feel like Douglass Adams, And in any case i guess this makes this rant the whale??)  In any case, back to the point.  MY COMPUTER EXPLODED!!  Though exploded my be a hyperbolized hyperbole, yes hyperbole-x2!  Mostly my already broken computer got more broken, and my Mac book's adapter died.  Moral of the story, when a mac expert tells you its about to break and to order a new one, and you don't listen.  It's your fault.  Damn me and my inability to take advice.

    I am atempting to write this, and smoke hookah... at the same time!  I am learning that we only have two hands.  I guess i never realized this till now?  Call me observant?  I would :P 

   Also on another side note.  I don't work at Clear-link anymore!  i resigned.  I now work graveyards at WINCo Foods.  Go me :P  Big pay cut, bad hours, no tuition reimbursment, no flexiblity.   You can see why I changed right?  There was no logic.  Nada tostada.  Zip.  But then again, We all know how i feel about logic?


This is all for this personal update.  Stay tuned for an upcoming fun rant in the near(ish) future (hopefully). 
(do you see the attempt to prevent the possiblility of being a pathological liar?  I do!)


B-Kam Hick (the possible pathological liar)

A Burnt toast cure

A Burnt toast cure
So Work... A topic I think most people in this day and age like to complain about.  I would definitely fall under this category.  I am BURNT out, burnt out like that black crumbly piece of toast jammed at the bottom of the toaster.  I don't like much sitting at the bottom of this toaster.  The "Toaster" I work for is a not so great place to work these days.  It's full of nepotism, and ignorance.  I don't know how some of these managers became managers.  Maybe they are sleeping with someone's toaster?  I don't know.

Now some of you may wonder how I wound up crusty and trapped at the bottom of this toaster, It all started by working too much too young.  I entered the workforce at the age of 14. STUPIDEST IDEA EVER!  I was working 40 hours a week from that age on, and now I am 19 and can't handle working at all really.  I am done.  I am depressed, all I want to do is die.  Not like slit my wrists die, like not go to work die.  I can't handle it.  I wish I could just go to RC willey and replace this job like I can a toaster.  Apparently I can be trapped in it like a toaster, but can't replace it like a toaster.  This is why analogies are better than life.  If life and analogies were the same, we would be a much happier human race.

So, The cure to this "burnt toast" effect?  Call in every day for a week even though you already can't miss more work?  I just tried that, didn't help much.  I came to work today with even less will power to work.  The attempt at taking some time off was like jabbing a fork in a toaster while still plugged in, at first it seemed like it would help me get out, but in the end I got zapped and am now on the floor convulsing because I am forced to work for 9 hours.  (4.5 hours completed, I am ALMOST done-ish WooT)  So then, what is the cure?  I wish I could tell you, I can't.  If I knew what the cure was, I probably wouldn't have to write about one in an online blog now would I?

For now I will have to just suffer and take extra long breaks, and fantasize via analogies in a very brycissistic manner, and hopefully this reflection will help prevent the spread of burnt toast to the rest of America.  If I can accomplish that, I will have accomplished more than Obama...which I guess doesn't say much does it?

But I am going to log off now before I start a political debate, they usually don't end well.

- Crumbly burnt toast at the bottom of YOUR toaster

A review on Bottles.

I have quite a few strong opinions on bottle making companies.  I mean really?  Who designed some of these bottles, It's revolting.  meanwhile I just want to hug, kiss, marry, and impregnate some of the other bottle makers for doing such a great job!  *high fives*


First off.


Salad dressing bottles that don't have a "sploosher" as brandyne and I refer to it.  I think the correct title is an "EZ Squeeze bottle".  The point.  If you have a bottle opening that looks like it's trying to give birth to a 12 pound baby, it's PROBABLY not the best for dispensing even amounts of salad dressing on to salad.  Just saying.  I *try* so hard to use these unconventional bottles to make salad, and I do great and then KABOOM a giant Noah worthy flood occurs thus destroying the Heavenly balanced ratio of dressing-salad-croutons-cheese which makes me want to just throw it all away and start over.  Sometimes I find myself doing this process so many times I run out of salad.  UGH!  So hats off to the genius who thought that we wanted salad dressing soup with floating chunks of lettuce in it!  Your a great man!


Second:


Shampoo/Conditioner/Axe Body soap/etc containers


We all know that these bottles are designed well, at first.  The problem I ran into recently is when you get to the bottom 1/6 of the container.  It's all at the bottom.  So you sit, or rather stand there in the shower shaking the bottle like an angry mom does her baby (wow I like baby references today) trying to get it to get to the proper side.  Now I KNOW what you are thinking, why not just store them sitting upside down so it's ready for you?  Well I would.  Except, that my Axe Fever Brazilian Hot Mud Shower gel will NOT stand that way.  This would be the problem I am concerned about.  WHO CAME UP WITH THIS IDEA?  So back to my story Here I am shaking it harder then I shook anything in my life when I slip on the wet tub and fall down laughing, and still with no luck.  No Brazilian hot mud shower gel for me. I had to use the dark temptation kind instead.  This was very upsetting.  I am sick of companies making things for the aesthetic appearance that look "sexy" but in the end make you fall naked out of the shower on to the ground, not thoroughly cleaned.  It's a problem.


The moral of the story:  Bottles should "SPLOOSH" If it doesn't sploosh, you could wind up naked on the floor unsatisfied with the results.


The.End.


-*insert Clever variation to my name*

Complications of a stressful life

So basically.  To start off, A life update.  4 Tickets, Going to court for 5 hours on my birthday.  Sounds fun right?  Luckily we will be having a GREAT party that night (assuming i don't get put in jail of course).

So yes it's my BIRTHDAY!!  Except that didn't really deserve those caps, WooT?  I am 19?  I can buy cigerettes?  Too bad i don't smoke.  But whatever.

Also, School starts next week!  That should be interesting right?  Except the whole punching a baby thing.  That doesn't sound great. 

And above all...BRYCE IS STILL SICK.  Yes did you hear that.  Still!!  I am seing an ENT Specialist to xray my head and see wtf is going on in my sinus/throat/nose, etc.  My theory is that i'm dying, which makes the doctors laugh, but i am serious.  So if i turn up dead in the next few days, don't be shocked :D

-Bryce

(stay tuned a new update coming in 5 min, this one being my normal writing style)

A reflection on life (explanation of absence)

So haven't posted in a whole month... BUT i have good reason.  My life has exploded.  literally.

So living in a new place in west valley, still may or may not be dating people, found out i owe the IRS lots of money, got a second job, and have been sick now for literally an entire month!  FREAKIN SINUS INFECTION!

anway, more posts to follow once i figure out how to pay the irs...lol...

-Bryce Hickman (i figured since the government is angry i should not expose my "stage name" in case i need to use it as an alias when i run away as a fugitive)

I believe in god (but i don't believe in shoes)

So lately, I have been asked what my religion is... At first I had to ponder it and say "Good question?". My new response, "yes, I believe in god!" quickly followed by "but I don't believe in shoes." Now at first this confuses the majority of the public who question my religion in the first place...but isn't that where all the fun is?


So why believe in god but not shoes?

1) God helps us every day...what do shoes do?
2) Wearing warm comfy practical shoes during the winter, and not flip-flops, is bowing down to mother nature....why in heavens name would I bow down? I wear flip-flops year round. (let's stick it to the man)
3) If I don't believe in god, I could be smited!...what happens if I don't believe in shoes?
4) to quote my dear friend Dane cook; "FUCK SHOES"
5) What article of clothing kills the mood the most to take off when you have sex? SHOES
6) God can stop world hunger...can shoes?
7) Jesus didn't wear shoes...so why should I?
8) Jesus walked across water without shoes, had he worn shoes he would have sank.
9) If god had intended us to entirely cover our feet, we would not have been born shoeless.
10) Feet wouldn't stink if we didn't wear shoes, doesn't our body react negatively when we do things we shouldn’t? obviously we shouldn't wear shoes. Obviously, right?
11) 76.777% of all women would have more money if shoes didn't exist. (taken from a study in BRyce KAM llc labs)
12) If we wear shoes too much we will forget to clip our toenails, thus eventually making us get hang-nails.

And on top of all of those completely well thought out and logical reasons on why Shoes are satanic, I also have a theory that if you wear flip-flops and/or shorts, etc during the winter you will somehow trick mother nature into believing it's time for warm weather. the.end.
over all,  STOP WEARING SHOES OR YOU WILL GO TO HELL!!!


-Teachings of the almighty BRyce Kam.


I would like to dedicate this post to my friend Jonathon Swift ;)

SHOUTOUT TO "complicated" Relationships...and other life-like updates. (yay for not spiteful posts)

OH WOW!  IS it really?  NO really, it's FEBRUARY!! Who knew?  definitely not BRyce!


Anyway.  The last 3ish weeks reader's digest version, READY SET GO!!


New hair!  I am no longer a dirty blonde.  Yes I was pretty attractive with it, yes I miss, and overall yes it was time!  My hair is now short, and black.  No not my natural black, but darker.  Black-black.  Black like the inside of someone’s rotten soul black.  It's pretty "Hawt" as the annoying females in this world would so eloquently put it.


More holes in my body!  That's pretty cool!  Guess how many holes in my body do I have that I wasn't born with???  Say hello to Mr. Number ELEVEN!  the newest whole to our family of pincushions.  I got a ring around the upper cartilage on my right ear.  It needed to happen, I had to balance the industrial piercing on my left ear!  The. End.  I LOVE BODY PIERCINGS!  (it's a problem)


Boyfriend?  I might have a boyfriend?  it's complicated.  first off I want to give a SHOUT OUT to all YOU guys out there in a "complicated relationship".  First off they suck...except they don't.  They are special.  Every time these happen I usually care more about the person than those regular relationships out there, we all do, otherwise we wouldn't let them put us through the nine circles of hell we are forced to travel in the complications of our relationship...AM I RIGHT?  :)  Of course, I’m BRyce right?  (get it brycissistic? lol, i'm clever!)


Looking for new housing...my current housing arrangements are, how shall we put it, less than awesome? at best?  So look forward to updates as for my residence.


New car!  yes it's true, My beloved Wesley is dead.  Not just dead, but dead-dead.  Never to be driven by me again.  RIP my sweet Wesley.  On a happy note!  SAY HELLO TO MY NEW CAR MARK ANTHONY!  Tony for short when he is being a nice car!  He is sexy green, drives like sex on the freeway, and has a stereo system that makes me want to clubbing.  Its pretty much awesome!!!


I think that covers it pretty well?  Of course you can fill in the blanks with lots of drama, adventure, spending more money than possible, working on song writing, and cleaning up other people's messes as you feel needed.


-Bryce kamryn...the coolest kid eveh (more of that "eloquent" language of the younger generations I mentioned before)



LIFE IS PRETTY GREAT!!

Two wrongs make a right? WTF?

So, wow...it turns out a large majority of my blog entries are focused on a center-point theme: "The Idiocy of my roommates".


Basically, When did Making a mistake become a good excuse to make another?  "Two wrongs don't make a right comes to mind"  A simple, yet annoying statement our mothers used to quote us, in an attempt to teach us how to function in life with out coming across as a total jack-ass.  Apparently either that attempt failed or simply the child refused to accept reality...either way. WTF?


let's do a case study as if we were in a law class:


"You can't drive her car you don't have a license?"

"I do too have a license!"

"it got suspended?"

"Well yeah, but that doesn't matter"

"it's against the law you dumb ass!"

"Well I drove for 3 months with a warrant out for my arrest"

"IT'S STILL ILLEGAL!!!.  If you get pulled over you go to jail"



the conversation continued in this same manner...


Explain to me the relevance of a past mistake towards it being okay to make another mistake?  In fact, isn't the PURPOSE of mistakes to learn from them.  IF you already made a mistake that makes it double worse if you make it again.  So not only is it irrelevant to the point, it's also proving my point not yours?


I just don't get it.  But then again in this specific case I am dealing with a child. A child who has been given way to much her entire life.  From her parents, teachers, Even me.  From everyone.   No body forces her to be responsible... There is 0 responsibility.  Moral of the story...When your roommate tells you to kick her out...kick her out.


Thanks for reading my rant on "mistakes"


Just frustrated with the lack of logic used in my presence.... I know I’m obsessed....but really?

 -El BRycer(o?)

It would end in an "o" if it was spanish right?

Deathbed, Life, Heaven, sheep, God, AND ME!!

 Beautiful song, I cry every time I listen to the words. (lyrics below)  I just don't understand.  I can't help but feel that we can't really feel him, see him, or anything till we get to the point we are ready to be with him.  All we can do is simply blindly follow his word?  But what is his word?  I mean scriptures, as holy and respectable as they are, they aren't the word of god.  They are ONE man's interpretation of what god wants us to do.  Granted they are great guide lines, but they aren't gods words.  God does not speak English, Latin, Japanese, or any other language.  GOD DOES NOT USE WORDS.  So how do we know which way to go?  Faith.  Faith is the answer.  But what is faith?  Honestly I think for most people faith is following like sheep having "faith" that the herder will take them where they need to be.  Does that mean that we can't get to heaven without following the herder?  NO!!  Of course it may be easier to follow like a sheep...but since when did I do anything the easy way?  So don't tell me I’m a bad person, or judge me...you go be a sheep and follow your herder (prophet, bishop, etc) and I will find my own path.  Let's see who has the last laugh when we both end in the same place :D :D : D: :D



So overall, I think we will all have the opportunity to follow god, when it's our time.  We just have to have an open heart and follow.  however I DO not think that there is a "set" way.  I think that everyone can find their own path based on their own beliefs.  As stated before, I am no sheep and never plan to be.  The end.


-BRyce Kamryn

"Deathbed"

I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can't believe this is the end

But this is my deathbed
I lie here alone
If I close my eyes tonight
I know I'll be home

The year was nineteen forty one
I was eight years old and
Far far too young
To know that the stories
Of battles and glory
Was a tale a kind mother
Made up for her son
You see
Dad was a traveling preacher
Teaching the words of the Teacher
But mother had sworn
Went off to the war
And died there with honor
Somewhere on a beach there
But he left once to never return
Which taught me that I should unlearn
Whatever I thought a father should be
I abandoned that thought
Like he abandoned me

By forty seven I was fourteen
I'd acquired a taste for liquor and nicotine
I smoked until I threw up
Yet I still lit 'em up for thirty more years
Like a machine

So right there you have it
That one filthy habit
Is what got me where I am today

I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can't believe this is the end
I can hear those sad memories
Still haunting me
So many things
I'd do again

But this is my deathbed
I lie here alone
If I close my eyes tonight
I know I'll be home

I got married on my twenty first
Eight months before my wife would give birth
It's easier to be sure you love someone
When her father inquires with the barrel of a gun
The union was far from harmonious
No two people could have been more alone than us
The years would go by and she'd love someone else
And I realized I hadn't been loved yet myself

From there it's your typical spiel
Yeah if life was a highway
I was drunk at the wheel
I was helping the loose ends
All fall apart
Yeah I swear I was destined to fail
And fail from the start

I bowled about six times a week

The bottle of Beam kept the memories from me
Our marriage had taken a seven-ten split
Along with my pride the ex-wife took the kids

I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can't believe this is the end
I can hear those sad memories
Still haunting me
So many things
I'd do again

But this is my deathbed
I lie here alone
If I close my eyes tonight
I know I'll be home

I was so scared of Jesus
But He sought me out
Like the cancer in my lungs
It's killing me now
And I've given up hope
On the days I have left
But I cling to the hope
Of my life in the next
Then Jesus showed up
Said "Before we go"
"I thought that we might reminisce"
"See one night in your life"
"When you turned out the light"
"You asked for and prayed for my forgiveness"

You cried wolf
The tears they soaked your fur
The blood dripped from your fangs
You said, "What have I done?"
You loved that lamb
With every sinful bone
And there you wept alone
Your heart was so contrite

You said, "Jesus, please forgive me of my crimes
Sanctify this withered heart of mine
Stay with me until my life is through
And on that day please take me home with you"

I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can't believe this is the end
I can hear You whisper to me,
"It's time to leave
You'll never be lonely again"

But this was my deathbed
I died there alone
When I closed my eyes tonight
You carried me home
[Jon Foreman of Switchfoot sings, as the voice of Jesus:]
I am the Way
Follow Me
And take My hand
And I am the Truth
Embrace Me and you'll understand
And I am the Life
And for Me you'll live again
For I am Love
I am Love
I, I am Love

A complex reflection on friends. (rant on my "friends")

 A reflection on Friends...Rather "best" friends who obviously don't understand me...or life for that matter.

For those who know me well know that I’m a very logical person.  Too logical most of the time really... Well I thought that would be enough to make sense why over analyze everything.  Obviously not.  I have an obsession with the book "the color code" by dr. Hartman.  For those who have no idea who I am, I’m a red-blue combo (aka a not healthy balance).  So my personality is complex and makes than little sense, at best.


This is more of a rant than anything.  So for now my logical red side will go into submission while I finally go into catharsis-mode, and hopefully purge some of these apparently "required" emotions.


First off.  Why must we stick these labels on people?  I get it.  I was a jack-ass in high school.  I was  a freak who judged people, thought I was always right, and would never shut-up!  Honestly I really do get it.  Since when is that who I really am?  Or rather who says that's who I still am?  It's not.  Too bad people can't look up from their collection of ignorant labels to see people for who they truly are.  The sad part is when the people you thought were close, who honestly understood the complex comradery of emotions contained in my soul and personality, still are caught in this wicked web of stigmas and assumptions.  not to be that annoying guy who uses those cliché over used terms but...You know what assuming does right?  ha-ha... No, but really!


I’m so frustrated right now at the fact that people assume that just because I don't agree with you means that I don't understand you opinion, or that I accept it.  Is it so wrong that even if I DO get what you mean, that I still want to express my opinion to you?  I know that you are my best friend, but really?  Does that mean that I still can't express my opinion, even if I’m wrong?  Oddly enough I know that I’m wrong, I expressed that what I did was "bitchy" from the beginning.  I accept that I’m a bitch from time to time.  I have to be.  If I’m not a bitch I will neglect myself and continues Ely slide down a slope of continuously putting myself last.  The difference is that I’m only a bitch from time to time.  Meanwhile here you are being a consistent bitch all the time...the difference is that since you generally are a bitch, people have grown to expect that type of behavior from you. Yet, when do something out of line or bitchy, since generally I’m a pretty even-headed person, the world comes crumbling down like I crossed some sort of line.  And trust me I know if you are reading this you might think "yeah right" since when is Bryce even-headed...We are back again to I AM NOT WHO I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL.  In fact I am so desperate to leave my past self in the PAST where he belongs that I have changed my name to Bryce Kamryn...Pretty good sign that change has occurred eh?


But then again I am pretty sure that this will be taken as a "bash letter" to you.  But should I be surprised?  No...I hope you don't take it that way, but I’m more than aware of your existence to know that you will read this and think that I’m just yet again trying to "always be right" as you so "eloquently" put it every time we get in a fight.  Isn't it funny how YOU have to be right by saying I have to be right?  But whatever (yeah I just used the forbidden word).  Wow I like ""'s today.  They are rather useful to put sarcasm in desired locations.


anyway, that's my feelings at the moment.  Hopefully more of my entries won't be so "dramatic" and hateful...but I just wanted to jump out the window and run away, so I figured better just push the feelings out and try to be sane, for once.


-BRyce Kamryn.