Saturday, January 11, 2003

I am sorry I did not right yesterday. But still here we go.

Today is about those girls who control their boyfriend like they had a remote for them.

#8- CONTROLING GIRLS- yes these are the girls that have guys wrapped around their finger so tightly that the guys balls fall off. Now there is a difference between having a girl who is controlling and having a girl who is a caretaker. I will use that as my example here in a sec. Most girls don’t realize their power that they have over guys, but there are some that not only know it, they abuse it. They go, find a guy who is probably an espu, and she takes advantage of him by controlling him to the point that her has to ask permission from her to use the bathroom. That is why.
CONTROLING GIRLS = LION TAMMERS.
Seriously, think about, would you go into a cage with a lion unless you had like absolute power over them? Think about it. Dating is the same thing.

I have this friend who has been going out with the same girl sense they were fourteen, which was five years ago. When they first started to go out it was all good, they were still everyone’s good friend, he was still hanging out with us, going in-lining with us and just having fun with us in general. But with in about six months, he was officially whipped. His girlfriend didn’t particularly like one of us because of some stupid thing that happened when we were like twelve. So she decided that it was a bad idea for him to hang out with us. So he stops doing that because he “loved” her. It was like that for three years. Until finally one day we all cane up to him and smacked some sense into him, literally. He agreed with us, and told his girlfriend that he was a friend with us first, and that he wasn’t going to let a girl interfere with his friendships. It was a great day for all of us. Now they are still going out, but she is a little more tolerant and he is a lot more his own person. All in all they have a good relationship, and I have no doubt that they will make it all the way. Which is a great example of how an espu and a ringmaster can have a great relationship, once she realizes that the clowns just are not worth it.

Thanks for reading today, and now for today’s thought.
WRITE OUT ALL YOUR PLANS FOR LIFE, JUST DO IT IN PENCIL.
THE TRUE MEASURE OF A MAN IS THIS, THAT HE HELPS A PERSON THAT CAN DO HIM NOTHING IN RETRUN.


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Friday, January 10, 2003

Right now, I would like to say this as my posting for the day. I am saying this from a response that I got in e-mail from what I hope is still a close friend.

The things I have talked about in this blog have been from the heart. I have given multiple examples for the topics I have covered. The only name I have said is my own. That is not where the problem is. I forgot to say this in the begin so I will say it now.

I know that I have not lived a prefect life. I have actually lived as from that as one possible could. I have hurt many people in the time that I have been able to call my life. I have said many things and done even more things that I should not have. With in the past few years, I have noticed that everything in life is a circle, something that I will talk about more in another posting. By this I, mean that in a circle, there is no end, but with that, there is no begin. Everything is tied together. When on person is kind to another person, who in return is kind to some one else, who is that kind to the your boss, who because some one was nice to him he gives you a raise. Now the circle may not be that small, and usually it is not. More times than not the circle is bigger than we could even start to imagine. For me, I have notice that the only times that a circle in my life comes back around, it is bad. By that, I mean that I said something wrong to this person, who than bad mouths me to this person, or does this or does that. And in the end, some girl that I think I might even have the smallest chance with, hears that I got some girl pregnant and made her have an abortion, or that I am physically abusive to my girlfriends. Who knows how is really works, but it always seems to work like that for my case.
I always have this dream that someday I will find this girl who is in love with ballet and performing arts, and at the same time is in love with me. We would be engaged and at the same time would be right in the middle of the New York Ballet Company’s performance of Swan Lake, where I am prince Desiree, and she is the Princess. We would do the ballet and get great revues and than go on this romantic honney moon, return, and grow old loving each other. Yes, this is my dream, but just like Clara and the Nutcracker, it is only a dream, and when I wake up, all I have is my doll, or my dream.
Now why is it that nothing even remotely like that ever happen? I have found that when I think of a relationship, I want one like DR. Henry Hyde and Emma, or Tony and Maria, or like all the other famous couples from musicals and ballets. However, the truth is this, LIFE IS NOT A DRESS REHERSAL. We cannot go through life saying that we can go back and fix something next time. IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN. So why do I hope and dream like the way I do, because that is all I have.
So in a round about I think I might have said this. I am sorry if what I have said to you, or written in this blog have offended you in any way. I do not believe that I will stop with these postings, but I do know this. I AM NOT PERFECT, NEVER HAVE BEEN AND NEVER WILL BE. I HAVE MADE MISTAKES IN MY LIFE, AND I WILL CONTINUE TO MAKE MISTAKES IN LIFE. NEVERTHELESS, WHY SHOULD WE LET THE PAST CONTROL WHO WE ARE? SHOULD WE NOT LET THE FUTRUE AND THE PRESENT DO THAT?

Thank you, I am sorry about not actually posting something about the circus, but I will do so tomorrow. Please send all comments to balletguy16@yahoo.com

Wednesday, January 08, 2003

Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind for, from the nunnery of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, to war and arms I fly.
True, a new mistress now I chase, the first foe in the field; and with a stronger faith- embrace a sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such as you too shall adore; for, I could not love thee, dear, so much, loved I not honor more. Richard Lovelace

Once again, I have no idea what this has to do with the topic, but it is a poem to start it off. Today I am going to talk about the topic that I promised a good friend I would. That means you Kristen.

#7- THE SECRET DATERS. – These are the people whose parents either do not allow dating or do not like the person they are dating. They sneak around telling their parents that they are going bowling or something like that, when in fact they go to the movies with Johnny or Sally. I think that these people are the worst people to date, mainly because you can never say that your going out, and for me, I like to know and have somewhat of a relationship with the family, but that is just I guess.
SECRET DATERS = BLACK MARKET CIRCUS.
That is self-explanatory. They do everything in secret, kind of like all those drug cartel people. Hey maybe I can get some MJ, maybe not. Ha.

I actually use to be a secret dater; my parents had this idea about courting, or something. This means that they believed that it was wrong to “ date “ and things like that. They thought that it was wrong to do any of that stuff until you were like eighteen or older. Go figure. Well being a fourteen-year-old boy, I still had girls that I liked, and I did “ date “ them, or I guess that is what you could call it. But I am glad to say that its not so now, my dad has actually tried to “hook” me up with some daughter of some one that her works with. Its pretty cool I think. But all well.

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WHEN YOU LET GO OF THE DESIRE TO CONTROL YOUR FUTURE, YOU CAN HAVE MORE HAPPINESS.
THE FIRST STEP TO GETTING THE THINGS YOU WANT OUT OF LIKE IS THIS; DECIDE WHAT YOU WANT.

Tuesday, January 07, 2003

One day I wrote her name upon a strand, but came the waves and washed it away: again I wrote it with a second hand, but came the tide and made my pains his prey. “Vain man,” said she, “that dost in vain essay a mortal thing so to immortalize; for I myself shall like to this decay, and eke my name be wiped out likewise.” “Not so,” quoth I;” let baser things devise to lie in dust, but u shall live by fame; my verse your virtues rare shall eternize, and in the heavens write you glorious name: where, when’s death shall the entire world subdue, our love shall live, and later life renew. - Spencer
Tonight is an interesting. I have not really thought about what I would talk about today. I know that there are some pressing issues on my mind, but I do not know how to express them into the circus. So I do believe I will do both to night, if you do not mind me unloading on you like this.
#6- HEART BREAKERS- these are the girls that seem to break your heart no matter what you do. They seem to play with you because them know that they can control guys with their looks and their smiles. I do believe that blink 182 put it the best when they said, “ Some girls try to hard, with those things on their chest and the things they suggest to me... some girls try to hard.” It is so true, there are girls out there that dress up in such a way that drives guys crazy, and that makes us want them so much. However, when we get the nerve up to say something to them, they just walk away and let us realize that some things in life are just to be looked at, and not to be enjoyed. This is the cruelest thing that a girl can do to a guy, second only to the words, “ We can still be friends”.

HEART BREAKERS = SHOW HORSES
This is because when I go to the circus, there are the horses that are just gorgeous. And they will ride up to you, and right before they get to you they will turn around and look back at you and walk away.

Now time to unload, and in a way, it gives examples too. As some of you know that I dance with the Lexington Ballet Company, I have been doing so for a year now. For one year, I have pretty much been alienated there. Not by the pros, but by the students, for some reason they take upon them selves to make me feel like I am not wanted. I do not know why they do this, but they do. Most days I just want to take a baseball bat to some of them out of anger, and I am not a violent man. Now what does this have to do with the topic at hand, well, when I first started there, all the girls would talk to me, and they would actually let me in on conversations. However, after a couple of weeks, they did not talk to anything or me. They did the same thing those horses do, they came close to me, and than turned away and looked back as if they were saying, ha your not good enough for me to talk to. I hate it, but all well. The sad part about this whole thing is that I would love to actually get to know them all, but they will not even give me the time of day. However, what can I say, MOST GIRLS ARE THE DEVIL, SATAN, THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS.

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Monday, January 06, 2003

I arise from dreams of thee, in the first sweet sleep or night, when winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, and a sprit in my feet has led me- who knows how? To thy chamber- window, sweet!
The wandering airs they faint on the dark, the silent stream- the champak odors fail like sweet thoughts in a dream; the nightingale’s complaint, it dies upon her heart- as I must die on thine, oh, beloved as thou art!
Oh, lift me from the grass! I die! I faint! I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain on my lips an eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast- oh! Press it close to thine own again, where it will break at last! Percy Bysshe Shelley

I have no idea what that has to do with today’s topic, but I thought it was a good poem, so I put it in there. I would like to apologize for not posting yesterday, I got in from work late and I was too tired to do it. Nevertheless, I am sorry for that and today I will try to make it up with the person of the day.

#5- THE SHOW-OFF- the showoff is an interesting person. Well all know one or more of them, and at any given time we are prone to be one our selves. Nevertheless, in truth, why do people do it? More times, than not it does not help us, it usually just makes us look stupid and self-centered. But never the less we still do it. Some may use musical instruments, others their strength, and still others money. But one way or another we all become the showoffs at some point. Either the showoff is always the person that we love to watch because he makes us laugh, or we hate to be around him because when we are we just want to smack him. That is why SHOWOFFS = ACROBATS
When I go to the circus, I always go to the bathroom when the acrobats are on the stage because personally I do not like to watch people jump from one platform to the other and walk on ropes. It just does not interest me very much.

I remember this one guy in school, actually I still know him because he still goes there. Still, he thought he was all of that and a bag of chips. He played all of about eight chords on the piano (and that even was weak, he couldn’t switch very well) along with about three chords on the guitar. He than started to play basketball, wow, that was an interesting. He was actually pretty good, he got about ten to twelve points a game, in jr. varsity. He would wear all these sweat bands, like four of them, and he did not sweat that much. All it did was make him look like an idiot. He was also just a jerk, when he was not around some one he was trying to impress. Well, everyone knew he was just putting on a show, but somehow he had a girlfriend, but I did not understand it. In addition, whenever he would get in my face about something like me laughing at him, everyone would say I should watch out because he would kick my ass. All well.

That is my story and I am sticking to it. Oh yea, please send comments to balletguy16@yahoo.com I am starting to feel like no one likes me because I haven’t got any e-mails.

Sunday, January 05, 2003

I know what my heart is like since your love died, it is like a hollow ledge holding a little pool left there by the tide, a little tepid pool, drying inward from the edge.- Edna Millay

Today is going to be the very special number four. Today I will talk about the people that I probably hate just as much as I hate the cannon boys. Nevertheless, for some reason this is the kind of guys that girls go for. Go figure.

#4- THE JERKS- yes the jerks, those guys who down deep we all know should just kill them selves and make the world a better place. Nevertheless, they never do, but they do end up going out with girls and treating them like the should not be treated, and yet the girls say nothing about it. Why is this, because the guy is usually either popular, or some sports star, or is the drummer to some crap band. (No offense to drummers) well, these guys are the only thing that stands in the way of the ringmasters and the espu. But all well. These guys always have center floor, and make them selves out to be the best. That is why they are JERKS = CLOWNS

And not those clowns that people like, I am talking about the ones that give us nightmares. (Ha, sorry Jessica)

I guess I could actually give u an example but there are two many to chose from. However, I think I have a good one in mind. A very good friend of mine was going out with this guy when she was a freshman. Now when they started to go out, he seemed ok, and when they were in public, he was the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. However, when they were alone, he would call her ugly, stupid, worthless, and multiple other names. It got to the point that he even would grab her arm so hard that it would burse. The amazing part of it all is that even though all this was happening, she still went out with him, because he tore down her self-esteem so much that she thought that he was the only person in the world that loved her. Finally she broke up with him, but not with out hardship, when she dumped him he went to the surrounding county high schools and spread a bunch of rumors about her being a slut and other things of that nature. It took almost a year to get her back to a good place. The good part of this story is that she is doing very well, and has a good boyfriend now, and he is not a clown, he is actually a changed espu, I will tell you about those later.

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