last official pointless blog

after reading a few other random blogs, i have become dissapointed with my lack of inspiration and helpful advice. if you want to read some truely clever and witty blogs check out: Propaganda ( http://ryanmcbride.blogspot.com/) -i'm sure he loves the fact that he now has the support of a 17 year old kid living on the other side of the country- anyways, i just wanted to make it official that all (mostly all) my blogs to follow will be fewer in number, but much more better-er. ok, so now it's my last chance to ramble on about pointless topics that everyone will quickly loose interest in. This feels kinda like an all you can eat buffet-- don't you hate getting full because it's an 'all you can eat' buffet?. I always feel like saying, "hey i paid for this buffet, and damn it, i'm gonna sit here until i diguest some of this food so i can eat my money's worth" I don't want to just sign off because i feel like i'm missing out on an oppoutunity. well let's see, more pointless-ness. girlfriends are overrated and one night stands need to achieve a better reputation compared to views of present day society. um, ok funny thing. I was helping my dad install this speaker thingy for a fitness gym. it was like 8:00 when we got there, and there was only one person in the whole place. a very gay person. I'm talking purple telle-tubby-gay. For and hour and a half all he did was practice one dance move. Yeah, one move. no joke. It was just this retarded spin and pelvic thrust, over and over and over and... over. just as he started to leave, my dad decided to test out the speakers, so he played the tape that was in the machine. Unfortunately it was this christian techno crap. The gay guy stopped dead in his tracks and said, "this is my song". then he continued to dance for like another half hour (of course, he only did the spin/thrust move- repeatedly). all this has lead me to make an amazing connection--- gay people and techno music are like bugs and neon lights. no music= no gay Loud techno= swarm 'o gayness. Ok, i don't hate gay people, but when they choose to stand right in front of you and thrust their hips back and forth for two hours... that's when i say get the bug spray...
-steve
ps i must say that i enjoyed my last pointless blog. i'll miss you pointless blogs : (

i would be a terrible light bulb

So it's only second quarter in school, and i'm already burned out! i just feel like i need to confess the fact that i have completely lost interest in everything school related. If i were a light bulb, i think i would be one of those crappy duds that burns brightly for a little bit, but then it just flickers and drives everyone crazy. Don't get me wrong, i have a very bright personality. in fact, it's so bright that it would brun the retinas of everyone near me, rendering them to forever stumble through life in the shadow i cast upon them. muahaha. ok, but really- in terms of a light bulb, i would definitely cause problems. If i were a christmas light i would be the one that doesn't work, causing you to search the entire strand of lights to replace me. and just when you thought you've solved the problem, you would drop me, and my glass would break. and then you would step on the glass, and bleed... a lot... and it would hurt. Um the moral of this story is that i really have nothing to blog about, and the light in my room won't stop flickering. i need a vacation...
-steve

rise & fall

Well i was watching the history channel today, and they had a special on WWII. That whole war seems so long ago. That's like a defined part in history that teachers talk about in school like it's something that happened 100's of years ago. To my surprise, there were a few different veterans that were interviewed. They were showing different clips of battles and then asking the veterans to recount their experiences. Every one of the old men had something in common- but i can't really describe it. It was kind of sad, and inspiring, and just... i don't know. Ok what i'm talking about is: all the veterans were so old that they were struggling to keep their train of thought, and articulate their words. But the stories they told were amazing. They all told accounts of how bullets wizzed by them, and how their friends died form a mortar or poison gas attacks or something. That all seemed so long ago. All of these men seemed 'changed' because they were different than other people their age. I guess a war like that really affects people for the rest of their life. I can only imagine how that would change one's perspective towards life. In the clips that i saw everyone was a young man who had been lying in the dirt, or who had just stepped off a plane that was shot up so bad that it's a mystery how it could have hung in the air. And now you see all of those men in present day society. it's just so weird to see somebody that was in the prime of their life- fighting to stay alive, and thankful to recieve letters from home. And then you see them on TV decades later - and you have to read subtitles to understand what they are saying, because they still suffer from shell shock and they don't have the strength to even hold their heads up.
I don't know why i wrote this blog. But it just seems like these veterans deserve more than the right to live. at least they've earned that right. well this has all been very interesting and stuff, but it's about time i go sit on the couch and watch more heroic stories, rather than making one for myself. jeez ---> i need to do something!
-steve

screaming and kicking

Well the ex- girlfriend thing is still puffing smoke like a dormet volcano just waiting to explode. I decided that the best thing can do is get is get as far away as i can... while i still have a chance. yeah, so natashia still wants to get back together. At first i really didn't see this coming because she played it off all cool-like. But when i clearly stated, no. Oh boy did it get dramatic! I seriously gave everything i could to that girl, and she never gave anything back. i mean not one thing. I knew that i was getting the short end of this stick -so to speak-, and i also knew that she wasn't gonna realize what she had, until it's gone. I'm not saying i'm perfect, because i screwed up sometimes too. but the truth is, i really don't think she'll find a better guy than me. and that's really too bad. I hope she will find 'the perfect guy' and if she does, i'll be happy for her. But i guess the one thing i learned is- whoever said, "you only get out what you put in" well that's not true. The only advice i can give to somebody who has a troubled realtionship is: if he/she needs a second chance, fine. But a third and forth and fith chance, not fine. Draw the line somewhere people! don't be a dumbass like me and drag the relationship out. People don't change that easily, and it only gets worse as you go. I would just like to say that i realize how pathetic my drama- related blogs are, but as they say... Another day, Another blog. Ok i guess they don't say that, but i do. i'm gonna join the band-wagon on this one and say- i know the right person is out there, and i just haven't found them. but i'm not gonna act like all (or most of) the retarded people at my school, and in the rest of the world- because i'm not going to conduct a frantic search and go from person to person and have a nervous break down because i can't find the right 'one'. Give it time people. be patient (as opposed to retarded)
-steve
* god, will somebody please make something exticing happen to me!!!!!!!

suprise!!!

guess who showed up at my karate class tonight... natashia- yay! (insert sarcasm) ok well i actually haven't seen her in like 4 months, and although i really don't want to go back out with her- it was nice to see her. i can't believe i just said that. unfortunately, she is somebody that i do care about in some strange way, and i guess i was just happy to see that she was doing well.
on a less serious note, natashia sent me this chain letter thing. it asked you to describe a few things using one word. one of the words was 'coffee'. i (a young handsome man who doesn't like the taste of coffee, or feel the effect of it's magical, caffeinated wake-up ability) described coffee as "over rated". think about it. coffee shops (like starbucks) are stores that have generated millions- dare i say... billions- of dollars by producing a variety of caffeinated drinks all based on the principles of coffee. in my opinion, coffee isn't as great as roomers would suggest. Anyways, the point of this is... the chain letter said that how i described coffee is how i feel about sex. surprised? i was too. what if i said- better when black? man, that's a dangerous topic... another word i had to describe was the sea. the sea, being my biggest fear, was described as 'deep' 'murky' and 'misunderstood' the letter said that the description related to my life and personality. yeah, surprise again. gosh, chain letters know everything!! lol.
-steve

it's so late!

wow, it's so late it's early. that's right- it's 2:00 in the morning. you would think that if it's this late and i'm here typing, i might have something insightful to say. but no. i don't. but i was thinking about how screwed over someone could get from what they write about. i mean legally. i guess my math teacher got accused of sexual assualt because he had a journel and he said something. i don't know, but he wasn't guilty of anything. cool guy though. anyways, i was thinking that if someone, or somebody stole some street signs. really late at night... well that would be really cool, and they would sure want to blog about it. but it would be wise to just be really vague and stuff. i know you're out there government! and there's no way in hell you'll take me alive! aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. ok, enough excitment, i'm gonna crash.
-steve

big ass procrastinator

i've come to an amazing realization: the main reason i blog is to avoid doing my homework! i think i have a serious problem. this is like the 7th day in a row that i've had homework and i haven't been able to sit down and do it. here i am at 10:45 and i decided to try and do some homework. yeah, does it sound like i'm doing my homework though? that's right, i'm a big ass procrastinator!!! i think i'm gonna write a book about how to take you mind off things. i'll open the first paragraph with suggestions of ways to avoid focusing on a task. step# 1: listen to Constantine by Something Corporate. Step #2 write a blog (while listening to Constantine again.) Step # 3 make a backpack out of duct tape. Step # 4 make a flow chart of how screwed you and all your friends are and use arrows to indicate who likes who, who's going out with who, and who's preventing who from going out with... who. Step # 5 listen to Constantine. Step # 6 erase any porn that might be on your hard drive (that's always a good step to repeat every once and a while.) Step # 7 view your friend's blogs, only to be disapointed that they haven't blogged in like two weeks. Step # 8 feel compelled to blog every day, in an effort to compensate for your friend's lack of blogification. step # 9 make up words. for example: blogification (made up by alex fay), explodification (also a term coined by alex), congress (that's a crazy word my history teacher made up, and keeps mentioning during class) what-the-fuckage ( that's my only little term, but i try to save it for rainy days). Step # 10 write a blog about all the methods and different approaches you have tried to avoid doing your homework. (of course, one should always do this under the close supervision of the song Constantine)
-steve

be more cool

i can't believe how non-exciting-like my life has been lately. um, other than the typical teen drama, nothing important has happened. oh i take it back. twice last week i had to swerve off the road to avoid hitting cars that were in my lane . man, blind turns have got to be the worst of every type of turn ever. except hairpin turns, those ones are pretty bad too. oh you know what else i hate? do you care? did you say no? do you think i'm psychic because i knew what you were going to say? do you think it's weird that i'm having a conversation with you, but i just keep asking questions? did you say "yes it is weird, and it's also boring and stupid"? should i continue? huh, huh, should i? damn, i think i just asked every question ever invented-like. hm, i really can't think of anymore ways to fill up this blog with pointless statements/questions. oh yeah, i think i'm gonna join the air national guard. that's kinda exciting right? did you say "no it isn't, it's just stupid" ? ok no more questions. i swear....... so, um...... ?
-steve
wow, i just don't know when to stop, do i? did you say... nevermind

the truth about jade

ok so jade (yes, that jade) came up to me after school and said, 'why do you hate me so much'. i declined to answer because for once, i didn't want to make her feel any worse than i had to. i just said, "um... (dramatic pause) i don't hate you". that's about when she said that Alex Pru doesn't want me to know they were hanging out becuase alex knew that i would roll my eyes and say something bad about jade. well the truth is...(dramatic pause, again) i actually don't hate jade. i only tell pru that he shouldn't hang out with her because i know where things will probably 'go'. i dated her once (or like 5 times) and the she broke up with me just as i was getting more and more caught up in the relationship. needless to say, i'm a really tough guy, and there's no way in hell i cried or anything. there was just something in my eye. ok, moving on. I really don't want to see alex head down the same path i took with jade.
i don't tell alex to ditch jade and come hang out with me because i hate jade; i just don't want jade to do the same thing with alex as she did with me. The bottom line is i'm just trying to watch out for my friend, and he doesn't deserve to have a girl like jade screw with his head. (he'll thank me later for doing this) . Also, in my opinion, jade is a girl who really doesn't know what she wants. and as for what she want's with alex, i really don't know... and neither does she. so jade, if you're reading this- i really don't hate you. you can do anything you want, with any guy you want, as long as he's not one of my friends.
-steve
as for my loyal blogging audience, i'm sorry i have nothing better to blog about than this annoying teen drama. next time i'll blog about how i rescued spiderman from the hobgoblin.

no rhyme scheme whatsoever

i wrote this poem a while ago, but then i realized that this was all a waste of time if nobody was going to read it. so um, enjoy-
Carved in stone

Lose everything inside of you
because every park needs it’s statue
With a face that no one can remember
They just know it will always be there.

It’s easy to tell who will end up alone
It’s the one who looks best made of stone
And forever you look over your shoulder,
And though we age, you never get older.

Pray for the rain to wear you away
Because even a heart of stone can’t take another day-
Of eternity, of tomorrow.
The bird that lives forever, sings of sorrow.

The vines that wrap around your neck
Have withered away, and hit the deck.
A deck of grass, now of dirt
The tired birds, can’t sing a word.

You’re forced to see, the frames that repeat
The kids that grow up, the adults that cheat.
And the kids that they have, live lives of deceit
The secrets you have, are all and complete.

A century unnoticed, ruined and forgotten
The wars that were fought, for men spoiled rotten
The blood that trickled down the street
The boy that died at your feet.

The cities burned, the cries you heard
There was nothing to do,
As the families ran past you.

But the girl who noticed you-

She wasn’t like the others.
She didn’t run, and follow her brothers
She looked in your face, in the eyes of gray.
She looked back in the streets, and saw a dying day.

She held out a locket, and climbed up the wreck-
Of stone and stairs that lead to your throne,
Where you crouched, all alone.
She fastened the chain, around your neck.

Then came the flames, they quickly spread.

Another war won, another war lost
Another victory, despite the cost.
Another century you spend alone,
Watching the garden, of weeds that have grown.

The locket of rust, yet to be opened
Hangs from your neck, yet to be broken.
The thorns again, begin to grow
For miles and miles, hide the plateau

Your features are lost,
like your purpose.
covered in frost,
your fate has surfaced

alone once again,
under the snow that falls
wondering when
you’ll be free from these walls

to open the locket
and see what it hides
so close to your heart
with a picture inside.

But ashes to ashes
and stone to dust.
You grow weaker
With every gust-
Of wind of water,
And rain and snow.
Wearing you down,
With every blow

Finally, after forever has ended,
You lay in ruins, but not offended
Your locket is buried under the rubble
Along with the history, of years of trouble

And so ends this chapter of man,
With only a locket… to tell how the story began.

arn't poems always better when they're really long? lol.

-steve

no solution

I was eating dinner with my dad at some restaurant, and we somehow started talking about what college i would be attending. My answer has mostly been U of A. the engineering program there seems like everything i'll need. Anyways, tonight i said- i'm thinking about joining the marines. that one totally caught my dad off guard. (good thing my mom wasn't there, or she would have probably started crying) Well my dad was sorta impressed, but more curious. i'm thinking about going to a military academy (and study mechanical engineering) and then joining the service as an officer or something. my dad asked me why, but i only told him half of the answer. I said that i wanted to do something productive. and that's true. Unfortunately my dad wanted to know how I defined 'productive'. i said i just didn't want to live a pointless life. For example: what did everyone do yesterday? does it matter? will you even remember it next week? i don't think i've done anything in the last year that's worth talking about. If you think about it, it seems like pretty much everything everyone does is more or less pointless. Not that i wants to get everyone all depressed, but unless you live for the "little things" what's the point in anything anyone has done? it seems that America in general has a totally obscure view about life. everyone is just trying to be 'comfortable'.
everyone seems to spend their time trying to better their lives through 'that new car' or big screen tv. just think that nothing you do will be remembered after you die. It's too bad that we don't really have anymore Leonardo Da vinci that make the history books everyday. i guess i just feel like everyday is just another question of - how am i gonna kill enough time until it's tomorrow? doesn't that sound pathetic? i just want to change something. i honestly can't think of something important i've done in the last month. I kind of feel like: if i'm just going to make my way through every single day, i might as well try to do something 'productive'. i think the military could actually benefit from someone like me. why not help my country instead of help myself right? it's kind of the same thing anyways.
I don't want everyone to think that i hate life or we're all wasting our time. after all, it's not like we specifically know the meaning to life in the first place. i also realize that it's impossible to do something productive everyday of your whole life.
i'd rather be a faceless person in the crowd that at least believes in what he's doing, as opposed to just watching tv and going to parties that couldn't mean less ( in the span of a lifetime ). i only say 'faceless' because i really don't think one person can really make a difference about anything ( at least not me, i'm no Einstein or Gandhi) .
bottom line--- i know that if i keep looking for the opportunity, there will be a day that's different from every other day. a day that somebody will remember. they may not remember me, but they will remember what happened, and as long i know that i was a part of that... i think that would help me feel like i didn't waste my life.
-steve
p.s. oh yeah, my other reason for joining the military(that i didn't tell my dad) was: i know my parents are paying for my brother to go to school and he's not going to amount to anything. lol. i don't feel right having them pay 100 grand for me to go to college like my bro. I think i should be able to do this on my own, and it's not fair to put the responsibility on them. besides, they have spent 17 years raising me and i really can't wait to be out on my own...i think. damn, us kids are expensive!