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*