Open Mic

This is for all the little sisters.

The little sisters with big brothers.

I’ve been there.

At times it may have seemed like I didn’t care, that I didn’t know what was going on.

But, I did.

I knew things weren’t normal, that you weren’t okay. But was I brave enough to ask?

No, I wasn’t.

I was loosing my best friend, my big brother.

What was I loosing him to?

An addiction.

Something that I don’t think I will ever understand completely. But something that I wish I had known how to stop.

Instead of being someone I looked up to, you became someone I feared. Someone I no longer recognized.

But what do I know? I'm just the little sister. Right?

I’ll never forget the disappointment I felt on my 16^th birthday when I sat at home by myself while mom and dad had to pick you up from the police station. Then when asked why you never wished me happy birthday you said “I was high, what do you expect?”

I know you wouldn’t expect me to care, cause that’s what little sisters do… is try and act like no one else matters but themselves.

But what did you not see?

You didn’t see me praying everynight that you would come home safe.

You didn’t see me die a little inside each time you broke one of your promises.

You didn’t the tears I would cry everyday wondering when I would ever see the big brother I had known. Or atleast thought I knew.

There was so much I wanted to do to help you, to say to you, but I didn’t know how.

But putting all of that aside, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for not being there.

I'm sorry for acting like I didn’t care.

For not letting you know that I was scared.

Im sorry for not listening, when all you needed was a friend.

Im sorry for not ever telling you I love you.

But hey, what do I know, I'm just your little sister.

Film Analysis

A Cinderella Story

OW: Sam and her Dad are the best of friends. They do everything together, it's just the two of them. Until her father meets Fiona and gets remarried.
CALL: A huge earthquake hits the San Bernadino valley and her father is killed while trying to save Fiona. Sam is left with just her step-mom and two step-sisters. She is forced to work at her father's diner as a bus girl. In the mean time she meets a boy through a chat room with secret pen names and they talk and text but have never met each other. The second call comes when "Nomad" (or Austin Aimes) wants to meet Sam ("Princeton Girl") at the High School's dance.
REFUSAL: At first, she decides that she's not going to go to the dance because she has nothing to wear and her evil step mom is making her stay home. However, she decides to go. When sam goes to the dance, she disguises herself so "Nomad" won't know its her since she feels inadequite to be with anyone. Especailly when she finds out that it's Austin Aimes - the most popular boy in school. She leaves the dance in order to avoid embarrassment.
MENTOR: Ronda, a friend of her father and a lady she works with at the Diner acts as a motherly figure to Sam and helps her through things.
TESTS, ALLIES, ENEMIES: The three most popular girls in school who one of which likes Austin decides to reveal Sam's secrect identity.
APPROACH: Austin tries to confront Sam about the whole thing but chickens out and never talks to her.
ORDEAL: Everyone at school makes fun of Sam for thinking that she actually had a chance with Austin and for making up a secret identity. So one night before one of the schools football games, Sam decides to stand up for herself and go into the locker room and chew out Austin saying that she's the one who's been hurt and that it's been her all along, but he's the one she feels sorry for.
REWARD: During the middle of the football game, Austin realizes that if he doesn't do something that he would loose her so he stops in the middle of the game and runs to the stands and kisses her and tells her he's sorry.
THE ROAD BACK: They work everything out. Sam and Austin get together and forget their differences and remember why they fell in love in the first place.
RETURN: Sam stands up to her step mom and step sisters and moves out to college with Austin, and they live happily ever after!

ORDINARY WORLD

My ordinary world. What is it like? I think i'm still trying to figure it out. But what I do know for now, is that it's boring. I do the same thing every single day. Wake up, go to school, come home, relax, go on the computer and blog. (I<3 tumblr) And that's pretty much it! Lame, I know. My life is simple, ordinary. I need something new. I feel like I'm not living as myself.. I know that wouldn't make any sense to anyone else, but to me I know exactly what it means. And it's taking over my life. Where is my call to adventure that every hero in every Hollywood flick recieves? But what small or big things would be enough to change my life? Something like, not graduating high school like planned, getting a summer job, not getting a job, when I go to college.. if I got married within the first semester, get accepted to fashion school, move to New York, someone in my family dies, I get pregnant, I loose all of my friends, I drop out of college, a famous fashion journalist reads my blog and I get called to write for a big magazine, I loose all feeling or movement in my body.. the list could go on and on. But to say the least, I'm still waiting. Still waiting for my ticket to my own special world.

SHAKE THE DUST

THIS IS FOR THE HATERS.

The people who have ever doubted me. This is for anyone who has ever dreamed a dream.

For the people who have tried but failed, then found a way to succeed.

This is for the people who dare to be different. This is for all the quiet kids who sit on the back row. Maybe there's a reason for it. For the people who never get enough credit then they deserve.

Shake the dust.

This is for anyone who said it was impossible, no way I'd ever make it. This is for you. This is for anyone who has felt like giving up. For the people who fail science but come up with the world's next greatest inventions. This is for the nonbelievers. For the people who never stopped believing. For anyone who gets accused for not being themselves, when in reality that's all you've ever known.

Shake the dust.

Shake it till your opinion is the only one that matters, because in the end,it is only one that matters. Shake it till the haters are put in their place. And remember, this is for you.

Gandhi

Friday morning purple dawn,

I step through the fog like I step to a song.

I keep forgetting how much time we don't really have.

You're the only one that stuck it out last night.

Slip through your fingers, feet hit the ground like a beat for the lonely.

Just wanted you to know how I felt, but is it too late?

Cause when this world collides you're the one I can't deny. I wanna be where you are.

It all seems forgotten.

The brightest stars are falling down.

But when will we own ourselves completely?

America's dying. There's a voice you cant ignore.

It's not the circumstances that determine who you're gonna be, but how you deal with these problems and pains that comes your way.

This is where we started. Never forget. Never forget this moment...

Cause tonight? Well tonight, is not the last time I will see the light.

A picture, for you...

SIXERS

Fourteen years old, story still untold.
I hope to live out my regrets.
My life's a bunch of almosts.
I used to rule the world.
You put me outta my element.
Today, I stopped believing in words.
Waiting for something that wont happen.
Born in California, then nothing happened.
I could not have it better.
Always working on the next chapter.
You are a murder of love!
Realized childhood dreams doesnt pay bills.
Longingly waiting for summer to come.
Why dont you text me back?
She tried, but then she failed.
New York City, I love you.
I cant think of six words.
I want you here with me.
Dear NYC, Please take me back.
I really like hearing your voice.
So, ill see you soon then?
This is the potential breakup song.
Los Angeles 2012, here I come.
Still waiting for my Hollywood ending.

{a song that tells a story}

Song #1: Mine by Taylor Swift

Plot: This song is about a guy and a girl who meet in a cafe where the boy is waiting tables, they talk, fall in love, and it talks about all the summer nights by the water. Then talks about flashing forward and they're taking on the world together, where they move all of their stuff together but the conflict comes where they're fighting late at night and she storms out but he runs in the street to stop her. He tells her "do you remember how we felt sittin by the water? You are the best thing that's ever been mine." And then it goes through them remembering why they fell in love in the first place. I think this song is a great example of a song that tells a story.

Characters: The boy, girl (Taylor Swift), and her parents.

Setting: A cafe, the lake, a new home

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPBwXKgDTdE

Song #2: Speak Now by Taylor Swift

Plot: This song is all one big conflict. It tells the story of how a girl is in love with a boy that is about to get married. She needs to find a way to stop him so she goes to the wedding and is describing the bridal party and how she is the wrong girl for him and she barges in when the preacher says speak now or forever hold your peace. And she interrupts and tells him to meet her at the church doors. So it goes through the whole experience and the story leading up to her speaking up during the wedding ceremony.

Characters: Snotty bride, the girl, the groom to be, bridal party, preacher.

Conflict: She needs to stop the guy she loves from marrying the wrong girl.

Setting: The church house.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FXH3Eh0C12M

Jealousy

Normally, when it comes to poetry, I'm not a huge fan. I've never really enjoyed reading it and didn't really understand why poets thought they had to be so deep that it ended up not making sense. Anyway, maybe that's just me. However, in reading out of the poetry packet from class, there is one poem I read that I guess you could say makes me "jealous". And that is the poem Sick by Shel Silverstein. I love how it rhymes and seems to all flow together. I think alot of times we try and be funny in our writing that we just end up looking stupid. But he managed to say what he wanted to say in a simple, funny way without sounding cheesy. One reason why I think this poem is so humorous is because it is really true. There is not one person that can say that they haven't faked sick on at least one occasion. I know I have! And in the end, when the child being written about realizes it's Saturday, they are suddenly all better, and healthy enough to go out and play! I just wish I could be clever and quick with my words and lines like Shel Silverstein is in this particular poem, Sick.

the best feelings in the world...

Sleeping in late, having no homework, being liked/loved back, hugs that last for more than a minute, first swim of the summer, a smile from that special someone, laughing till your stomach hurts, getting unexpected gifts, not remembering when you last cried, getting an A on a test you didn't study for, when he texts you first, looking at pictures from when you were little, living up to someones expectations, when someone tells you they never wanted to loose you, knowing you are loved, being called beautiful, finding those jeans that fit perfectly, finally eating the food you were craving, waking up & realizing you have hours to sleep, making a stranger smile, eating seedless grapes, freshly vacuumed carpet, putting on sweatpants after wearing jeans all day, when little kids draw you pictures, making new friends, being told someone is okay, when someone tells you that you smell nice, winning an argument, proving a smart person wrong, listening to your favorite song, receiving hand-written letters, falling asleep to the rain, finishing an essay, when people laugh at your jokes, smiling, getting a friendship bracelet, finding out the name of the song that's been stuck on your head, packing for a vacation, perfectly peeling off the price sticker, realizing it's Friday, knowing you will be okay.

Complaints

I' m tired. I'm tired of school. High School. I'm tired of homework. Annoying teachers. I'm tired of waking up at 5:45 each freaking morning for early morning class. I'm tired of seeing the same stuck up people everyday. I'm tired of cleaning my room. I'm tired of you not texting me back. I'm tired of lying to you. I'm tired of borrowing money. Of not having money. I'm tired of waiting for my laptop cord to come in the mail. I'm tired of feeling out of shape. I'm tired of being treated like a child. I'm tired of hearing all of your drama. I'm tired of things never working out. I'm tired of winter. I'm tired of being in Utah. I'm tired of getting ready in the morning. I'm tired of responsibility. I'm tired of people walking so freaking slow in the hall ways. I'm tired of people thinking life is a competition. I'm tired of hearing you say the same exact thing everyday. I'm tired of the majority. of the minority. I'm tired of being tired of so many things.

What Love Is...

Love is giving up something good for something better. Love is unconditional. Love is staying up all night just to listen to your voice. Love is selflessness. Love is getting up every morning at six o'clock to make sure your daughter gets breakfast. Love is real, when you can fall in love with someone without even seeing their face. Love is carrying your son across the finish line. Love is hearing your child say their first word, taking their first steps. Love is giving back to the people who got you where you are today. Love is seeing your brother recieve his one year sibrority chip, and the accomplished look on his face. Love is working long nights so your kids can enjoy the simple joys of life. Love is the look on her parents face when she walks down the aisle. Love is stronger in times of absence. Love is giving up your dreams so someone else can reach theirs. Love? Well, it's all we've got...

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

{I walk alone, I walk alone.}

I find myself standing in the middle of a busy street. People and cars zoom past me. I feel small and lost in such a big, big world.
{I walk alone, I walk alone}

It's pouring and I look up at the sky as the rain drops soak my clothes. A missed opportunity. This was my one chance, to make it all happen, in the one city where they say dreams come true. Now i've got nowhere to go, nothing to do. I hear sirens racing down the narrow road - the boulevard of broken dreams. {I walk alone, I walk alone.} Street shops and cafes have been shut down, but somehow people have still managed to go on, to visit. But how? How could they, when it felt like my world was crumbling down right in front of me. But, it's come to an end, as they rain continues to fall on my face and roll down my cheeks. This is my boulevard of broken dreams.

{I walk alone, I walk alone.}

I'm thinking about you...

I'm thinking about you like you think about her. Like nerds think about books. Like books think about words. I'm thinking about you like X's think about O's. Like cats think about yarn. Like peanut butter thinks about jelly. Like boys think about their x-box. I'm thinking about you like plants think about water. I'm thinking about you like needles think about thread. Like skis think about snow. Like supermodels think about food. Like fat people think about food. I'm thinking about you like calculators think about numbers. Like wallets think about money. Like music notes think about lyrics. I'm thinking about you like Brads thinking about Angelina. Like pancakes think about syrup. Like superheros think about flying. I'm thinking about you like I wish you were thinking about me.

Direct Orders

You are under direct orders to rock out.

Rock out like it's your birthday.

Rock out like the neighbors are away.

Rock out like it's Saturday and Monday is a national holiday.

Rock out like you've just aced the hardest test of your life.

Rock out like you beat your parents to the phone and deleted the message from the school saying you were absent.

Rock out like you just beat the computer at the most impossible round of solitaire.

Rock out like it's graduation day and you made it even though you weren't supposed to.

Rock out like you've just got accepted to college.

Rock out like somebodys got a barrel pointed at your temple saying "Rock out like your life depended on it, fool." because it does.

Rock out like you've just won a state championship.

Rock out like he just said hi to you.

Rock out like music is the only thing you've got left.

Rock out like you're a 5 year old in a candy shop.

Rock out like you''ll never have to open a textbook again.

Rock out like you just made that yellow light.

Rock out like you just got a rose on the bachelor.

Rock out like Miley didn't get invited to the party in the USA.

Rock out like your Kayne West and just interrupted Taylor Swift's acceptance speech.

Rock out like he just dumped "her".

Rock out like they just found a cure for cancer.

Rock out like it's your last day to live.

Rock out like you've just caught up with the Kardashians.

A SIMPLE INTRODUCTION

Why did I take this class? Well, that's simple. I love to write.

Maybe it's the fact that I can write about anything I want and have the satisfaction of knowing that it's my work. Maybe not.

Most people sigh at the mention of writing a persuasive essay or a research paper. But for me? Well, I could not be more excited. Call me weird... sometimes I think it's a little weird. But, that's just who I am.

From this class I hope to develop a greater ability of looking at things in a creative and different way than I would normally think of.

We'll see how it goes...