On the way home from work last night, I was with my mom (my car has been sold, and I'm finally getting my new car in about a week) and she was driving. A lorry came out too late on the road, and my mom swerved to avoid it, hitting a pole on the right side of the car... with me in it's path.



Here's where it gets complicated. I have a glass gash underneath my left eye. I have a bruised nose bone... or whatever it's called that's in between your eyes. I have a bruise on my neck, and a glass gash in my chin. I hit the A-Pillar with a big thunk just as the windshield was breaking. I was told by the paramedic that I was lucky none of the glass had gotten in my eyes. I did however suffer a bruised nerve in my eyelid.

The complicated part of all of this is that I have a date in approximately 2 hours. With a gorgeous girl...

Now what do I tell her when I'm supposed to meet up with her? Do I ask her to do it for another time? Or do I just try and act like I don't look like the biggest loser ever. What do I do??

Argh.

Part 2.

"And I would have come to meet you if my mom wasn't there"

DO YOU READ MY BLOG?

DO YOU FOLLOW WHAT I DO?

Am I HONESTLY supposed to believe that you care?

I spent 20 monthes looking and waiting for you. I loved you with all of my heart.

Everything I did... it was for you. I have gifts I never gave you... cards I never sent you... letters you never got to read. I made an effort, EVEN after I told you I didn't want to speak to you.. to come into Toronto for 2 hours with a friend (Whom I paid to do this for me) to come and see you, and try and resolve something, or try and just talk.

You don't care about me. You strung me along worse then a lasso to a horse. Not to mention the fact that you did lie to me, before you went to LA, when you said you would follow God's path, and not be pursuaded by boys. Funny how you met a "nice guy" in LA eh?

How often did you tell me you would "never go back to Alex. Trust me Steve."

Yeah that was a truthful speech to eh?

And I'm supposed to believe you now? AT least I backed up everything I said, and if you didn't believe me, that's ok, at least I knew I was right. And you knew the truth.

I don't even know why I write this. You're not worth my time.

Be sure to forward me your address so I can send you all the memories and momentums and gifts I never gave you.

Cause I just don't want to think of you anymore. You just damn well broke my heart to damn much.

I waited 20 monthes.

I loved you from the moment I laid my eyes on you.

And you tore me down.

I think I regret ever meeting you Casey Beauchamp.

OH SHE SWEARS SHE WASNT LYING.

How arrogant can a person be? That is the question I ask myself everytime I think of Casey Beauchamp.

Somehow, in the great equation of things, this girl decided that her life was more important than everyone elses.

I'm so sick and tired of caring for her. I'm so sick and tired of thinking of her. She doesn't know how to USSEEE the new facebook. Apparently she doesn't want to go for a coffee either, and talk things over while I'm in her damn town.

I try my best to give her chances. And even though my best is somewhat meager.. I still try.

She doesn't care about me anymore. WHY should I care about her?

My artwork!

Now you all can see what I do for a living!

P.S. I know there is two vids in the post. THANKS.

Christmas!

This is a little video of Christmas time in Grand Theft Auto San Andreas!

I worked hard on this so tell me what you think:)

Steve.

I'M A DICK. I'M A DICK...TID TO YOU.

I have an affliction.

Fuck that.

I have an ADDICTION.

To blogging.

I love blogging so much.


Almost as much as I love ****ing a **** in a girls face.

JK

LMAO.


Anyways, I love blogging, cause it makes me feel COMPLETE.

WHICH IS MORE THEN I CAN SAY FOR YOU YOU FUCKING BITCH PIECE OF SHIT ASSHOLE YOU GODDAMNIT YOU FUCKING BROKE MY HEART I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ahem.


NOW that I have THAT out of my system, I just thought I'd lay down the facts.

1. I love blogging.
2. If you are reading this right now, you are my BFF!
3. I like everything but chocolate and ice cream.
4. I hate being like everyone else. THEREFORE I won't read Harry Potter, or eat snacks.
5. I like healthy food
6. I like cars.
7. I like women.
8. I like the ocean.
9. She better damn well like me for who I am, because I aint changing a THING to accomodate her needs and desires. I've been there. I've done that already.
10. I like tanned skinned, dark haired girls.

:D

I Love You Stephen.

I'm not gay.

I'm just saying that I love my brother Stephen, cause he makes me feel stronger inside.

YES. MY NAME IS STEVEN, AND I HAVE A BROTHER NAMED STEPHEN OK?

Now you know.

STFU.

Milk.

WHO CAME UP WITH THE IDEA OF MILK?

WHY THE FUCK.

DID SOMEONE GO OUT TO THEIR DAMN BARN.

AND START FEELIN UP THEIR COWS.

WHAT LED THEM TO DO THIS?

DID THEY JUST GO:

Hey you know what I'll do today? Squeeze my cows nipples.

THATS FUCKED.

I HOPE THAT PERSON KNOWS WHAT THEY'VE DONE.

WE'RE ALL ADDICTED TO THE OUTCOME OF THEIR SEXUAL FANTASY.

THOSE BASTARDS.

I LOVE YOU.

Stephen and Amanda!

Stephen: FOREVER MINE SWEET THANG!

Amanda: I only love you cause you're BLACK.

Audi R8 Drive

Holy Macaroni.

THIS was a car.

It was fast. It was pure. And the engine sounded like god's gift to tone and treble. It was composed... I could go on..

TBH I was expecting a half assed Gallardo. And in some respects, I got what I expected. However, it was much prettier to look at then the Gallardo, and for the 2 days I drove it, it was much easier to notice how many people were looking at it.

It wasn't particularily fast, but it had great all round vision, and the shifts were great with the 6speed instead of the Gallardo's DSG.

At one point, in the rain, I overzealously pushed the car, and I truly thought it would crash, however through a caveat of luck, the Quattro dug in and saved my ass.

The materials are first rate, as is the ride quality. The speed is nice (Like a 911), and the car is SUPER stable.

Plus: It may just be the most beautiful car I've ever seen minus the Ferrari 250 GTO.

PET PEEVES

1. The taste of apple juice after brushing my teeth
2. Mosquito's
3. Running into spider webs
4. Not being aware of how "AMAZING" the twilight series is.
5. Not knowing what to do.

Emily S.

Lamborghini Gallardo Test Drive

Well, recently I was allowed to test drive a Lamborghini Gallardo for two days over the Canadian Thanksgiving weekend.

What a strange car. I felt like I was driving an overdone Volkswagen Beetle.

The car had plenty of power, with something like 500 horsepower on tap, and a 4WD system, but it felt a little to crumbly, like it was going to fall apart. Apart from that, it was fast, and provided lots of fun through the turns.

That is... when I could GET through the turns without being psyched out by how far away the windshield is. Not only do you have to get used to it being a foot away, you have to deal with a seat position that is almost laying down... which isn't exactly the most ideal for long trips.

There is no luggage space, no major conveniences, Audi switchgear, and lots of little creaks that shows it's a Lamborghini.

In other words... it's perfect Lambo.

Struggling Economy

As I drove by the gas station the other night, on my way to the beach, my friends commented on how nice it was to see that the gas was so low...

TBH, I couldn't disagree more.

Although it may be a good thing to "SEE" Gas prices dip, it really just goes to show how deep in doodoo our economy really is. Maybe it's time we put our foot down, and started taking a more realistic and natural approach to saving our well spent dollars. Less and less jobs are available... because people are keeping them for stable cashflow.

Does George Bush care? No. Does Stephen Harper care? No. Does your next door neighbour care? Not likely. Maybe you should be the first to start looking out for your future childrens well being. Maybe we should all chip in.

I dunno.

But man, do I ever miss the days of candy bars being 50 cents, and gas being 78 cents. Man does that ever make me sound old.

Me at sunset without you.

Somehow, I feel left out without you.

I went to the sunset at Wasaga for the first time since you've been gone... and standing there all alone was surreal. I don't think I have ever wanted to cry more in my life. You were not in my arms... you were not by my side. In fact, at the time, you were thousands of miles away. But I don't think I've ever felt you more inside my heart.

I miss you so much.

And sunsets just don't seem the same without you anymore.

Attractive Girl Comparison

I leave this one to the truly afflicted people of the world.

The question asked here is... which one is more attractive?

Jessica Alba... Or Megan Fox?

I'll let you decide, but I can tell you my vote is cast.

(Transformers FTW!)

Pripyat

This is an old abandoned city inside the area of the infamous Chernobyl nuclear disaster of 1986.

It used to house 50,000 people... now it houses no-one due to it's incredibly high radiation levels.

It's an interesting story to plow through, seeing the fact that everyone just got up and left... so abruptly in fact, that TV's were left on, and schoolbooks left open.

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However, if a friend of mine requests anything to be put up that interests them, I'll happily put it up.

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