does anyone else care?

well i just got hit with a truck. oh wait, it only felt like at truck. it was actually like 15 e-mails from the my ex-girlfriend. *before you loose intrest in this blog, just know that i don't normally center my life around conversations with my ex's... i'm much cooler than that*
-anyways, i'm pretty sure that was our first and last official argument. we dated for almost a year, and i don't think we ever had an argument. i can only compare this with my very old, and very italian grandparents who argue all the time. they've been together for like 50 years and they argue almost everyday. maybe that's the key to a good relationship. i don't know.
- but i finally told her about all the things she did that pissed me off. i won't lie, it was a very offensive, but very well written e-mail. and i though twice (or three times) before clicking the send button.
everything went as expected: she was offended (to say the least) and now i'm an ass hole. i don't regret sending the letter, but i do feel bad... real bad.
-my advice for the world's couples is: say what needs to be said, but not the way i did. if your girl/boyfiend does something that makes you mad, don't just ignore it because sooner or later it will cause a problem. i guess i shouldn't have bottled up everything, and said it all at once.
-the irony in all this is that i was too afraid to critize her because i didn't want to seem like a jerk... but now i seem like a 'jerk times infinity plus one' that's right- infinity plus one!

ok world, well thanks for not caring about my drama issues because honestly, this is all overrated.
-steve

i hate kids!

i was teaching in tae kwon do today, and only two kids showed up. let me begin explaining why this sucks: i would have been able to go home early, i've never seen these kids before, they are the worst kids ever, and they can't do anything right. The kids were brothers and the younger one... well i'm just going to tell it like it happened: every 3.5 seconds he raises his hand to ask a question. his question is usually one of the following: "can i get a drink, it's been nearly 30 seconds since i've last had a drink and i can't wait any longer!" or, "can i go to the bathroom because i constantly keep getting drinks every 30 seconds!!" and between these questions he usually says- "hurry up! you going to slow!"
-i usually replied-"Well kid, i really have nothing better to do and i'd like to drag out this class as long as i can". i can't even explain things using simple logic to him because he doesn't understand words like IRONY.
- how about some more examples of how much this kid sucks: when i say "deeper stance", he tries to do the splits. when i say "no, that's too deep", he puts his feet 2 inches apart. well you get the idea.
it's probably a good thing that his parents were watching the whole class because i probably would have snapped and punched the kid in his stupid little face! if no one was around of course.
I ended class like half an hour early because i couldn't take it anymore. his parents said "sorry we can't get him to behave, but thanks for being patient". I really wanted to say, "i know how to get your kid to behave. all you need is a belt (preferably leather... with a buckle). hold it in your hand and hit him with it. repeat as necessary" i know exactly why his parents put him in tae kwon do. they want him to learn some discipline because they're to pussy to do it themselves. i would like to have been able to explain that forcing an 8 year old kid to go to a martial arts class is just a waste of everybody’s time. i think that if people are too soft to hit their kids when they misbehave, then other people should be able to hit them...hard. i hate kids.
-steve

p.s. i'm sure i'll like my own kids... if i have them. but other people's kids just suck.

[song] writers-block---- help!

i have a question for the whole world to respond to... even though i know i'm only going to have like one or two people comment on this (but thanks in advance to the one or two people). ok so--is a song worth writing if you have to "force it"? for example: i have a sweet guitar part completely finished, but the words arn't working so well. i've made up just under a-gillion different melodies and they all sound okay, nothing just fits together like it should. all of my songs have pretty much written themselves, but i've had [song] writers-block lately. i've hear that the song "margarita-ville" was written in like 5 minutes. and look how much people like that. (for the record, none of my songs are that lame). i'm not saying that i should just make it up all at once, but i can't decide if i should just drop the whole idea and move on... or stick with it until i get what i want. I wonder if the 'best songs' are written in a long, slow, thought-out process, or if they just write themselves. hm, being famous is harder than i thought.
-steve

i'm a big pussy

well i went to tae kwon do today to work on a demonstration for this seminar that’s coming up. some guy showed up to play the role of the bad guy and he fits the description pretty well- tall, creepy, bald, and did i say creepy. he's pretty good at martial arts. in fact, he had me hold a board for him and he broke it with a knife hand (that means he broke it by stabbing it with his fingers. open hand! --fingers!!) he tried to get me to do it, and i thought i really could. i tried breaking the board twice with my right hand- i broke my nail and hurt my finger. left hand-same thing. then he broke it again just to show me how easy it is if your not a pussy. he then told me to punch him in the stomach as hard as i could. the first time i hit him, he laughed. i got offended and really punched him as hard as i could. he still laughed :( well today i learned that although i'm pretty quick, and reasonable strong, i'm just a big pussy! i always want to know my limits, and unfortunately i found out just how pathetic mine are.
pretty much all guys have looked at other people and though "i could take him in a fight". i'm willing to bet that most guys say that 95% of the time, no matter who their looking at. i guess it sucks that i'm a realists because i can't lie to myself like that. i would love to have the false sense of security that you get when you think you can kick everybody’s ass. but for me, i keep finding myself saying "oh, um... that guy looks pretty tough. i don't think i could take him... but at least i can out run him- right? wait no, i bet he's on track...shit that guy is just better than me at everything. i hate that guy!" i guess all i can do is keep working out and training until i become a self-defense machine! look out world, a 5 foot 10, 150 pound rambo is coming to town... and he knows tae kwon do!
-steve

just when you least expect it...

i was riding with an anonymous friend to go wash our bikes/quads at a car wash, and we had a trailer on the back of his suv. out of the corner of my eye, i saw this car go straight off the median and catch about a foot of air. it landed in the middle of the road of the head on traffic (us) going about 40mph. it hit a car right behind us, because we swerved out of the way, and then it slid back up on the median. our car was covered in dirt and rocks and stuff. we pulled over and ran to the car on the median. we were the first ones there and we helped the people out of the car. it was just some chick and her brother (eh- she was kinda hot. i won't lie and say that i didn't notice) but she was shaking too much to talk. from what i understood, she just wasn't watching the road and didn't see the median, or the tree, or the bushes, or the other tree, or the car. well everybody was ok and there were lots of witnesses, and people already called 911, so we left. um, that was just so exciting that i had to blog about it. this was the first serious wreck that i've seen and helped out with. it was also pretty cool how it all happened. everything was quite. real quite. i know her tires had to be screeching- but it was just like slow motion. i didn't hear anything until the rocks hit our car. i was also thinking about how cool it was that everybody can work together when we need to. complete strangers were getting out of their cars and making sure that everyone was ok, and that people were calling 911. i know it sounds like common sense- when somebody needs help: you help them! but it's just cool to see that 'busy and selfish' americans will stop to help each other out when they need to. it's nice to see that most people really do have some good in their heart. this is just a testament to the fact that americans aren't all bad people and that this country still has a soul. at least everybody was okay. except for her car, which was totaled by the way.
-steve

whiplash race weekend

i just got back from the the whiplash enduro race that was like an hour north of phoenix. i figured it was exciting enough that i should blog about it. so i'll just give you the highlights: the track was a 20 loop that was nothing but mud and water. i rode my yz426f and entered in the 500 class. i smoked 80% of the guys off the line, but then i wrecked a few miles into the first loop. i slowly worked my way back to the middle of the pack, and on my second loop, i hit a slick patch of mud and my bike just washed out from under me. i hit a rock with my back tire... and my chest... but that's what chest protectors are for : ) a few scratches, but i got back up and kept riding. when i made it back to the pits, i was just about to put it in gear when when the guy that was filling my tank said i had a flat tire! i know it sucked. so i only made 2 of the four laps. i also found out that when i fell i broke an oil line- so i guess it's a good thing i stopped or else i would have blown my engine. well i at least got to watch the hot girls and hot bikes. i can sum up the whole race with one word: muddy. it was also pretty tough. the helicopter kept picking guys up the whole time, and i saw a couple riders with broken arms or legs. well i'm alive and i'm ready for the next race!
-steve

Marco... Polo (insert mystery girl's voice here)

so i don't have anything important to say, but if i don't blog... i'll have to do my homework. here goes: i was talking to a girl about what she thinks is cool and hot - as far as guys go. let me paraphrase what she said-- i like tall guys who are cool, and funny but not too funny. they also have to be really nice, but not like creepy nice. she kept saying all this vague stuff that made me lose focus.
i was talking to this other girl, sara, and we somehow started talking about the guy that does the announcements at our school. his name is Tommy, and he talks with a gay-lisp-type of annoying voice. If you ask me, he's just gay. but sara said- "maybe he's just comfortable acting feminine, and maybe you're just not man-enough to be yourself infront of other people". so i don't know if i understood her right, but i think she said that 'i wasn't man-enough to act like a girl'. I have nothing against gay people. i've accepted the face that they're different. very different. but the thing i don't understand is the really feminine-metro guys who get all the chicks. i thought that it was understood that the really tough manly guys get the really hot-cool chicks. i guess things have changed. actually things HAVE changed. the other day, i held the door for some girl at the mall... just because i was taught that's the proper thing to do (not because i wanted to make a move or anything else like that). well she got mad about it and made that 'uh' noise. then she opened the door next to the already-open door that i was holding. she gave me the eye as if to say "you jerk, i can't believe that you think i can't open my own door just because i'm a girl! well there! i just opened this door to prove it- girls are better than guys. ha!" it was just really awkward. i don't like how people don't have morals or manners these days. a simple "thank you" would have been nice. i don't mean to sound like my grandpa, but i'm saying that the average level of skank-a-tude among girls has probably tripled in the last 10 years.
I was watching Mtv (not a music video of course) but that show -Wanna Come In- where some really 'cool' guy tries to help a 'dork' get a date. well this one guy rides a motorcycle, and wears ripped jeans, and he's the dork, not the pimp! so the 'cool' guy, or 'playa' if you will, comes walking up with corn rows, a bandana, plenty-o-bling, and pants that are way too big for him. he's all like "yo yo yo this is c.j. and i be all up in hea [here- for you really white guys]" my first reaction was -o shit, is that the guy who jacked my cd player? but then i realized the irony of the situation. the 'dork' was probably the coolest guy ever (well maybe) and he apparently couldn't get a date.
the bottom line is, i don't know what girls are looking for. wait no. correction: i know what girls are looking for, but i don't understand why. i mean, if you really want a one night stand where you get shit faced at some party and then don't even remember the names of any of the five guys who you just had sex with, well fine. but is there even one girl who is attracted to a real man- a guy who shows all his scars to his friends to brag. or who orders more food than anyone else, just to prove that he can eat it all? or who talks in complete sentences because 'up in hea' isn't really a more efficient way of saying 'i'm here'. maybe girls just want a guy who can play his rap music louder than anyone else on the block, but i'm gonna stick with my guitars, motorcycles, and complete sentences. i'm not doing it to impress anyone (although i must admit- complete sentences ARE pretty impressive) but if i have to wear tight faded jeans and act like a girl; or slap around some 'bitches and hoes', well then maybe i don't want to impress anyone. it seems like everyone is so fake and full of themselves these days. i know there are still some girls that know what i'm talking about, but i'm just waiting to meet them. sooo ladies... go ahead and comment ;)
-steve

boys will be boys

if you blog, then you know that the hardest part is thinking of a good topic. i won't lie, i suck at thinking of topics (especially for writing songs). anyways, i read this guy's awesome blog - ryanmcbride.blogspot.com- and he was writing about all the great stuff he did as a kid. that got me thinking- hey, i did great stuff too! so here goes my childhood highlights :
- my oldest friend todd and i loved doing everything that makes you a man- building forts, camping, making booby- traps, playing with fireworks, and dangerous stuff too. for example, we made a wagon, (not one of those crapy radio-flyer red wagons) i'm talking about a two seater wooden wagon with precision ball bearings and no breaks. i swear we got up to 40 miles an hour once. we also crashed a couple times. mostly we crashed into bushes on purpose... that way we would could slow down before the bend in the road.
In 3rd grade a girl was trying to kiss me. she chased me to the top of the curly-slide, and the kids in line wouldn't let me cut. with her nearly a foot away from me, i did the only thing i could. i socked her in the face. she stepped backwards and fell off the opening where the fire-pole-ladder-thing was. she landed flat on her back, and i got detention.
One time in 4th grade, this kid justin was throwing rocks at me from across the playground. he threw like four rocks at me and kept missing because he's gay. i decided to shut him up and throw a rock back. from across the playground, i picked up one rock and hit him right in the face. i cracked the lens of his glasses, and then i got detention.
In 8th grade, i got a go-ped (a motorized scooter that is now illegal to ride on the streets because it leaves a wake of death!). i was riding to my friends house, and hit a pot-hole. i flipped it at like 20 mph. the next day i was picking shirt out of my skin.
The next year, i came up with a game: somebody rides the goped and other people throw things at him (or her, wait no= girls never talked to me). This kid was riding by at like 15-20mph, and i threw a ball at him from across the street. he crashed and smacked his head against the ground. he also scratched my goped so i stopped hanging out with him.
last summer i was hanging out with my friends and we decided to put a rock in the road and see what happens. i ran out in the street (at like 9:00) and put a rock in the road. cars went over it and nothing happened. my friend ran out and put a good 60 pounder in the middle of the lane. the first car that went by slammed into it and lost it's oil pan. there were sparks everywhere. we left and realized that we are retarded.
the last thing i'm gonna say is the best thing i've ever done. when i was like 8 or 9 my brother and i were fighting. he was on his back, and he put his feet up in the air to kick me...i saw an opening and reacted. i punched him square in the balls as hard as i could. he started crying and yelling "he popped them, he popped them" a few years later he punched me in the back of the head (because he fights dirty) and he broke like 4 bones in his hand.
-steve

p.s.- go be a kid again