i'm so excited i need to scream!!!

My dad is in the other room watching the basketball game. I just heard him make a deal with the devil so arizona will make it to the final four. the odd thing is... he didn't sell the devil his soul- he sold him my soul! can he do that? well i think it worked because smoke just came out of the air vents and i heard an awfully evil 'Muahaha' laugh. The worst thing is- now i don't have a reflection in the mirror, and i feel like drinking blood:(
Needless to say, I'm not a big sports fan (i like playing sports, but not watching them). Anyways, I have just never understood the whole 'yelling at the tv' thing. My dad is all alone in the room- keeping the tv company- and he incessantly continues to yell "DEFENCE!" or "COMMON' REF, THAT WASN' A FOUL!" now i know my dad is a pretty smart guy... but do you think he realizes that he is all alone in a room yelling at a tv?
That reminds me... when i went to the movies to see 'Panic Room' there was this huge black lady sitting right behind me and she kept yelling out things like, "No, no. don't go in there! he gonna kill you bitch, he gonna kill you dead" i'm not sure she ever strung together a complete sentence, but she managed to add to the suspense without getting on peoples' nerves. Pretty much everybody was waiting for her analysis of situation. most people can't get away with yelling at the top of their lungs during a movie, but this lady pulled it off. Despite the fact that she was kicking the back of my seat so hard that i almost fell on the floor, i was totally drawn into the suspense. maybe you haven't seen the movie, but there is a part where the bad guy gets hit in the face with a sledge hammer, and the lady yelled, "YA, that's what you get, that's what i'm talkin about. ya!". at this point, her foot missed the top of my chair and i was kicked in the head...twice.
I've never been one to yell at a tv, and i don't think i ever will ( unless i happen to be watching a tv that is equipped two very large ears- in that case, i would just be curious) well while i was writing this blog my dad said (and i quote) "Damn, Damn" "No, no, no, yyyeee-NOOOOOO!!!!!" "Shoot, Shoot it!" "NO" Based on the tone of voice, and the ratio of "yes's to no's" ... i'm gonna say that Arizona is losing. does this mean the devil will give my soul back?
-steve

here comes part 2:

okay well if you have already read my previous blog (one more nail in the 'ol coffin) then you can consider that blog the "before" and this blog the "after". You guessed it, my dad just gave me the much anticipated "work harder" lecture after he looked at my report card. However. he didn't have very much to say. of course he threatened to take away my truck, dirt bike, etc. but then he realized that i really could care less. Well he didn't have to say much i guess, because we both know that my grades really do suck, (c,d,b,d). I'm not as mad as i thought i would be... which is a good thing, i think. with the exception of math, I really haven't learned a useful thing all year. i realized what my problem is though: i'm tired of doing things just because people tell me to. i really don't have a good reason to continue going to school. (i guess graduating is a good reason... but that's about it)
While i'm complaining, i would just like to say how much it sucks that grades matter so much. if you think about it, they really aren't a good indication of how much you have learned. For example, in math- Mr. Kukla (an awesome teacher) relates the trig equations to real life applications and such... and he really tries to do his job well. Unfortunately, i have 'homework-neglect-syndrome'. Sometimes i do the homework, and i just forget to turn it in, or if i start the homework, and i find the section really easy, i just don't finish it because i don't ‘need to’.
The fact that i have a 'D' in math isn't a very good indication of how much i have learned. i don't fall asleep in class, and blow off all the work like i did in geometry (and in geometry i got an A!) so one would think that i learned more in geometry, but that class sucked and i don't remember anything.
*ok so here's todays advice: Grades only indicate a few different things- how easy the class was, how good/bad the teacher was, how much sucking up you did, or how much time you wasted doing numerous [pointless] assignments like crossword puzzles.
-steve
p.s. public schools can kiss my @$$!!!!!!!! i'm tired of wasting my time every day. how about teaching me something useful! just one useful thing from each teacher, that's all i ask!

one more nail in the 'ol coffin

Don’t you love that warm fuzzy feeling you get right before report cards come home? I’m not talking about the butterflies in your stomach as you open the envelope that holds a column of A’s down the middle of the page; I’m talking about the whole weekend before you grades come. I’m talking about when you know that you’re A/B average has dropped to C’s and D’s. yeah, I love that feeling too. It’s not that I care, but I just don’t feel like hearing the same thing over and over again. I wonder if it’s possible that I set my own standards too high. Normally, I would get a couple B’s or even a C… and my dad would give me the “work harder” speech. But I wonder what he’s going to say now that I actually deserve a “work harder” speech. I just don’t think anything he could say is going to have a significant impact. I’m sure this doesn’t make any sense to you (or you just don’t care) but how about I give a nice little analogy.
Ex: my dad’s lectures have the significance of Ozzy Osbourne saying “fuck you!” Normally, this would be quite offensive. But when Ozzy’s previous statement was “Sharon! These fucking dogs are fucking fucking on the fucking floor. Fuck! Mumble, mumble, blar, fuck…Sharon!” So I guess my question is, how do you know when Ozzy is trying to be offensive? Well that’s the problem I’m anticipating my dad will have. I don’t really have anything he could take away from me to punish me either. I guess he could take away my truck… but then he would have to take me to school and Tae Kwon Do and such. He could take away my dirt bike… but I haven’t ridden in the last month, and we’ve already entered in an up coming race. The only other thing he could do is ground me and not let me go out. In that case… I guess I’ll just end up writing more (boring) blogs. Well let this be a lesson to everyone-* When you have nothing to lose, it’s hard to be motivated (but it’s also hard to be disappointed).

-steve
p.s. I feel surprisingly carefree about all the bad things that are about to happen. – is that enlightenment?