Sometimes inspiration flows out of control (think Kubla Kahn). Sometimes, you have to rely on you to inspire yourself.
Sometimes it is really hard to inspire yourself.
Like right now. I couldn't even tell you how often that in order to write something, I have to... write something. ANYTHING. I have to start writing about practically nothing to get myself to write something. Often, I have to work through heaps and heaps of trash before my mind creates something remotely creative and useful.
It is interesting how this principle plays out in many parts of life. In order to have a stronger relationship with the person you love, you have to work at it. If things have been rough, in order to make them better, sometimes you just have to do.
Do something.
Show up.
Do anything.
Work your way through your problems. Don't sit and sulk. Buy her flowers Buy her chocolate. Buy her flowers AND chocolate (though honestly, you don't even have to necessarily do that - though I would suggest it). But just show up. Talk things through. It is only as awkward or unhappy as you make it.
Before we succeed at anything, we have to show we are willing to put forth an effort. God will not change my life for me. I ahve to show HIm I want change. I ahve to show Him I want change. I need to show Him desire so He can create a greater desire in me.
Doing something.
Reading His Word.
Letting Him speak.
Things do not come naturally. The only time that real love, devotion, and inspiration strike are after the time of sweat, toil, and frustration. Things only come naturally as we have made them natural through working things out.
So scribble on some paper.
Make a phone call.
And most importantly... Get on your knees.
This is Balian. That's all I have to say about that.
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Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Too good to be true
It is time that I get used to this. Instead I am sure I will continue to personally shoot myself in the foot by listening to my heart instead of my head. I just went through three of the best weeks of quite possibly not only this year but the last few it feels, only to be trodden to shreds by one phone call. Where do we go from here. So very, very confused. Jesus Christ forgave me, however. And I have hurt just as much as anyone. Jesus would forgive. Jesus, however, is both good and true. Amazing!
Its, Balian, and truly I don't know what to say right now. Imagine that?
Its, Balian, and truly I don't know what to say right now. Imagine that?
Thursday, February 14, 2008
How to Get a Girl in Four Easy Steps
Happy Black Thursday to all! I definitely did the right thing and decked myself out in black dress pants, black collared shirt, a black tie, a black belt, and black shoes. It's the only way to roll.
Sometime today I had an epiphany (Smee would say an apostraphe). Girls do not date nice guys.
It's true. You know it's true and it's sad. So today we will talk about how to get a girl.
Step 1: Be very sneaky and manipulative. Make sure that the way you win her heart is a decietful one. They seem to like this. The more elaborate the lie, the more likely they are to believe it, the more likely they are to agree to the first date.
Step 2: Treat her like she is just an object. This seems to be something that works very well. It is unbelievable how many people will date a girl based on looks alone. Of course, this is where deciet comes in a little more. Make sure you lie to her and tell her that the reason you care so much about her is because of the way she laughs, looks at you, makes you smile, all those sappy reasons that you don't believe. They love to hear that.
Step 3: Make sure you hang out with other girls behind her back. Keep your options open. You never know when something better may come along and you have to be ready to snatch up that opportunity when the moment arises. Keep your cell phone filled with other girls phone numbers. You need to have a backup plan once you get bored of her. Of course, cheating is a forgivable sin for many girls, so if this is something you feel the need for, go right ahead. She'll never know, and if she finds out she won't care, and if she does care, your cell phone is full of other options!
Step 4: When things start going bad, lie. Always lie. Lying is stellar for making a relationship draw out for a longer time. This will enable you with enough time to get what you want, and then throw it away.
Well, there it is. I'm telling you, that's how girls often get treated. And yet they stay. And overlook the nice guy, who quite frankly, doesn't care to stoop to this level. But he will allow to be treaded on whenever the opportunity arises.
It's Balian, ya'll, and that's all I have to say about that.
Sometime today I had an epiphany (Smee would say an apostraphe). Girls do not date nice guys.
It's true. You know it's true and it's sad. So today we will talk about how to get a girl.
Step 1: Be very sneaky and manipulative. Make sure that the way you win her heart is a decietful one. They seem to like this. The more elaborate the lie, the more likely they are to believe it, the more likely they are to agree to the first date.
Step 2: Treat her like she is just an object. This seems to be something that works very well. It is unbelievable how many people will date a girl based on looks alone. Of course, this is where deciet comes in a little more. Make sure you lie to her and tell her that the reason you care so much about her is because of the way she laughs, looks at you, makes you smile, all those sappy reasons that you don't believe. They love to hear that.
Step 3: Make sure you hang out with other girls behind her back. Keep your options open. You never know when something better may come along and you have to be ready to snatch up that opportunity when the moment arises. Keep your cell phone filled with other girls phone numbers. You need to have a backup plan once you get bored of her. Of course, cheating is a forgivable sin for many girls, so if this is something you feel the need for, go right ahead. She'll never know, and if she finds out she won't care, and if she does care, your cell phone is full of other options!
Step 4: When things start going bad, lie. Always lie. Lying is stellar for making a relationship draw out for a longer time. This will enable you with enough time to get what you want, and then throw it away.
Well, there it is. I'm telling you, that's how girls often get treated. And yet they stay. And overlook the nice guy, who quite frankly, doesn't care to stoop to this level. But he will allow to be treaded on whenever the opportunity arises.
It's Balian, ya'll, and that's all I have to say about that.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Picky Picky
There are good reasons for being a picky person. For example, you only get screwed over every other day rather than every five minutes. Now you may only get burned half the time, but when the burning sensation comes, it burns hard, and it burns long. Do you feel more foolish? Maybe, but that won't stop me from laughing at roommates who have a new interest daily.
"So bro, who's the woman of the week?"
You roll your eyes, but it is true. Then you come to school with me, and you laugh, because you know it is SO true. So in that case, I suppose they get burned more often but its more of a sunburn than an actual melting crisper.
"So bro, who's the flesh-searer of the week," may be a more appropriate statement.
As far as music is concerned today, I actually am going to have to commend Rascall Flatts this time. "Winner at a Losing Game" lulled me to sleep last night, and it actually isn't a bad song once you actually think about it. I would say it applies more to the picky ones, like me, who lose less often, but harder(like the Patriots this year). But I suppose it could apply to the sappy GOW people as well. Other than that, not a bad song, their best single since "What Hurts the Most."
Now there's a good song. That one actually got me to stop listening to only mainstream radio and start delving into the world of country. Don't be scared. It is always good to broaden your musical horizons (well, maybe not always...but I don't really consider Young Jeezy or Justin Timberlake musicians, so I guess the statement still stands).
No seriously, country catches you. You start off listening to mainstream radio and you hear a song like "What Hurts the Most." You're thinking, "Alright, it's a little twangy, but not bad. I guess the Dixie Chicks aren't a good representation of country music, because this song didn't suck!" So you're flipping through stations and you hear "What Hurts the Most" and you stop to listen to it, because its catchy and applies to everyone. You find out, however, that it is a country station, and you don't associate with that stuff, so you keep flipping.
Next time you hear it on country radio, you actually listen to the next song. You're amused, you're thinking "Wow this is hick." But, for some unknown reason you finish listening to the song.
Ya, you're basically about to get hooked.
Find "What Hurts the Most" again...and this time you are singing along to the song after it. Pretty soon, you get an epiphany... this music actually has some basis. You begin to see past the twanginess and some of the cheesier songs, and you realize...
It's about stories.
That's right, stories. Stories that are more than about love and relationships, though there are plenty of those. There are deeper stories, roots stories, stories about America, stories about God, stories about Patriotism, stories about family, reminiscence of time past. The music doesn't really matter as much as the content 0f these stories. The ballad, the story song, plays with more than your emotions. The ballad is about your life...about the life of anyone. The average Joe. You. And that's why you find you enjoy it. You can relate, because you're hearing about the things you care about, not drugs, pimps, and hoes. This music has substance, not trashy undertones. This music is American. It is everyman.
Wow...I just went from relationships to the premise of country music...That was intense.
Its Balian, and that's all I gots to say about that.
"So bro, who's the woman of the week?"
You roll your eyes, but it is true. Then you come to school with me, and you laugh, because you know it is SO true. So in that case, I suppose they get burned more often but its more of a sunburn than an actual melting crisper.
"So bro, who's the flesh-searer of the week," may be a more appropriate statement.
As far as music is concerned today, I actually am going to have to commend Rascall Flatts this time. "Winner at a Losing Game" lulled me to sleep last night, and it actually isn't a bad song once you actually think about it. I would say it applies more to the picky ones, like me, who lose less often, but harder(like the Patriots this year). But I suppose it could apply to the sappy GOW people as well. Other than that, not a bad song, their best single since "What Hurts the Most."
Now there's a good song. That one actually got me to stop listening to only mainstream radio and start delving into the world of country. Don't be scared. It is always good to broaden your musical horizons (well, maybe not always...but I don't really consider Young Jeezy or Justin Timberlake musicians, so I guess the statement still stands).
No seriously, country catches you. You start off listening to mainstream radio and you hear a song like "What Hurts the Most." You're thinking, "Alright, it's a little twangy, but not bad. I guess the Dixie Chicks aren't a good representation of country music, because this song didn't suck!" So you're flipping through stations and you hear "What Hurts the Most" and you stop to listen to it, because its catchy and applies to everyone. You find out, however, that it is a country station, and you don't associate with that stuff, so you keep flipping.
Next time you hear it on country radio, you actually listen to the next song. You're amused, you're thinking "Wow this is hick." But, for some unknown reason you finish listening to the song.
Ya, you're basically about to get hooked.
Find "What Hurts the Most" again...and this time you are singing along to the song after it. Pretty soon, you get an epiphany... this music actually has some basis. You begin to see past the twanginess and some of the cheesier songs, and you realize...
It's about stories.
That's right, stories. Stories that are more than about love and relationships, though there are plenty of those. There are deeper stories, roots stories, stories about America, stories about God, stories about Patriotism, stories about family, reminiscence of time past. The music doesn't really matter as much as the content 0f these stories. The ballad, the story song, plays with more than your emotions. The ballad is about your life...about the life of anyone. The average Joe. You. And that's why you find you enjoy it. You can relate, because you're hearing about the things you care about, not drugs, pimps, and hoes. This music has substance, not trashy undertones. This music is American. It is everyman.
Wow...I just went from relationships to the premise of country music...That was intense.
Its Balian, and that's all I gots to say about that.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Pay No Heed to the Gigantic Lump Forming in my Throat...
Thursday is definitely black colors day. My sisters said they would do it, so I think it is time to start the revolution. Pink and red are gay. That's just the way it is.
Wow. I'm pretty sure I just contradicted myself. I think I own three pink shirts, several pink ties.
Oops. Well, pink on thursday is pretty queer at least. My sisters are awesome. Little rebels. I think they're actually teaching me on this one.
Okay, I suppose my sister is right. Maybe this awful holiday can be salvaged by showing your care to friends and family. That still doesn't mean I plan on wearing pink. Black is an awesome color, and one which, I feel, I can roll quite well with. Not gonna lie though, my best shirt/tie combination with my black suit contains red. Doh!
On a more serious note. What better a week to turn down that person who wants to be your special someone than Red Week...or black Thursday. You know, I think I know why red is a color commonly used. Its the color of blood...lots of people get torn up this week. Red is the color of rejection. Bloody Valentine...thank you Good Charlotte. Two weeks of being ignored is definitely not enough. Better to let it go with the whole I don't think we should be friends anymore...well, actually we can, we just can't hang out.
Are you kidding me? How do you be friends and not hang out...this one gets me. But girls, if you do use this one, make sure the guy to which you do agrees. Yes, he actually agrees to bask in this "ignorance" for a little while longer. But still say hi.
This is Balian, and that's all I have to say about that.
Wow. I'm pretty sure I just contradicted myself. I think I own three pink shirts, several pink ties.
Oops. Well, pink on thursday is pretty queer at least. My sisters are awesome. Little rebels. I think they're actually teaching me on this one.
Okay, I suppose my sister is right. Maybe this awful holiday can be salvaged by showing your care to friends and family. That still doesn't mean I plan on wearing pink. Black is an awesome color, and one which, I feel, I can roll quite well with. Not gonna lie though, my best shirt/tie combination with my black suit contains red. Doh!
On a more serious note. What better a week to turn down that person who wants to be your special someone than Red Week...or black Thursday. You know, I think I know why red is a color commonly used. Its the color of blood...lots of people get torn up this week. Red is the color of rejection. Bloody Valentine...thank you Good Charlotte. Two weeks of being ignored is definitely not enough. Better to let it go with the whole I don't think we should be friends anymore...well, actually we can, we just can't hang out.
Are you kidding me? How do you be friends and not hang out...this one gets me. But girls, if you do use this one, make sure the guy to which you do agrees. Yes, he actually agrees to bask in this "ignorance" for a little while longer. But still say hi.
This is Balian, and that's all I have to say about that.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Been ignored recently? Sucks don't it?
"Some chances come I really wish I didn’t miss.
You’re doing things my mind just can’t afford.
Whoever said that ignorance is bliss
Has obviously never been ignored."
- Balian
And in all honesty, that's all I have to say about that. You know who you are, now fix the problem, please.
You’re doing things my mind just can’t afford.
Whoever said that ignorance is bliss
Has obviously never been ignored."
- Balian
And in all honesty, that's all I have to say about that. You know who you are, now fix the problem, please.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Valentine's Day: The Conspiracy
Let's talk about Valentine's Day... Okay, I'll talk about Valentine's Day, you'll take my opinion, and if you don't like it...you're one of those people who sucks.
Basically Valentine's Day was created by Hershey's, Hallmark, and florists. I am completely convinced that one day the candy, card, and flower industries all got together, noticed that profits had taken a plunge, and then went on an evil crusade to create another commercial holiday. Thus Valentine's day was born, and with it came the happy people, the indifferent, and the angry/bitter.
Uh-oh, profits are down. Let's create a holiday to boost candy sales.
It's a bloody conspiracy!
Not to mention also possibly one of the most hated days on the calender, second only to February 29th (created by Universities for an extra day of classes). Remember in Kindergarten when your teacher told you to bring Valentines to class? You brought them, even made a special one for the girl you had a crush on since you entered the classroom the first time... And then she comes in and gives one to each of her classmates.
Except you!
Now I know how the grinch must have felt. Honestly, this holiday is pointless. Just another day for rejection... Let's face it, Valentine's Day is an unhealthy holiday. Spikes in cardiovascular failures and suicides are caused yearly by candy-clogged arteries and broken hearts. This is a holiday that should be done away with.
Maybe I will sing a different tune someday...until then, I'm riding with the conspiracy theory.
Basically Valentine's Day was created by Hershey's, Hallmark, and florists. I am completely convinced that one day the candy, card, and flower industries all got together, noticed that profits had taken a plunge, and then went on an evil crusade to create another commercial holiday. Thus Valentine's day was born, and with it came the happy people, the indifferent, and the angry/bitter.
Uh-oh, profits are down. Let's create a holiday to boost candy sales.
It's a bloody conspiracy!
Not to mention also possibly one of the most hated days on the calender, second only to February 29th (created by Universities for an extra day of classes). Remember in Kindergarten when your teacher told you to bring Valentines to class? You brought them, even made a special one for the girl you had a crush on since you entered the classroom the first time... And then she comes in and gives one to each of her classmates.
Except you!
Now I know how the grinch must have felt. Honestly, this holiday is pointless. Just another day for rejection... Let's face it, Valentine's Day is an unhealthy holiday. Spikes in cardiovascular failures and suicides are caused yearly by candy-clogged arteries and broken hearts. This is a holiday that should be done away with.
Maybe I will sing a different tune someday...until then, I'm riding with the conspiracy theory.
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