Monday, June 20, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Great Night.
I keep forgetting to be happy
When life seems to get me down
Life is complicated
sometimes you need to cry and let go
but for some reason I always feel stupid when I do.
They always say it's okay to cry,
I keep forgetting to live it up
isn't that what were supposed to do.
We make it impossible
I just want to watch a movie on a rainy day
or paint pictures on the sidewalk with pretty colors
of sidewalk chalk.
I want to eat icecream 3 times a day for the rest of my life
I see my life the way it truely is.
I don't like it that way
I keep forgetting to keep pretending
When life seems to get me down
Life is complicated
sometimes you need to cry and let go
but for some reason I always feel stupid when I do.
They always say it's okay to cry,
I keep forgetting to live it up
isn't that what were supposed to do.
We make it impossible
I just want to watch a movie on a rainy day
or paint pictures on the sidewalk with pretty colors
of sidewalk chalk.
I want to eat icecream 3 times a day for the rest of my life
I see my life the way it truely is.
I don't like it that way
I keep forgetting to keep pretending
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Film Analysis
Film Analysis
My Fair Lady (1964)
OW: Eliza is a penniless young woman who sell's flowers from street corners. While wealthy Dr. Henry Higgins, an arrogant professor of phonetics, lives his normal, but elegant day to day life in high society.
OW: Eliza is a penniless young woman who sell's flowers from street corners. While wealthy Dr. Henry Higgins, an arrogant professor of phonetics, lives his normal, but elegant day to day life in high society.
Call: Henry Higgins overhears Eliza talking on the street as he waits for a taxi. "Buy a Flour off a poor gurl" He is discusted by her lack of proper english. He bet's her that he could teach her how to speak properly in 2 months and have her working in a nice little flower shop.
Refusal: Eliza goes to Henry Higgins house, wanting him to try to teach her how to speak well. Henry at first refuses her. Tells her to go back to the streets.
Mentor: Proffeser Pickering a friend of Dr. Higgins makes a bet with Henry Higgins to pass her off as a Princess at the royal ball, just by teaching her to speak proper english.
Mentor: Proffeser Pickering a friend of Dr. Higgins makes a bet with Henry Higgins to pass her off as a Princess at the royal ball, just by teaching her to speak proper english.
Threshold: "The rain in spain flows mainly in the plain." Eliza finally learns to speak correctly. "In Heartford Heriford and Hampshire hurricanes harldly ever happen."
Tests, allies, enemies: Eliza's father comes to take money from Higgins. They get rid of him. Eliza doesn't want to do it anymore. Eliza's first public display was a disaster. "Come on Dova move your bloomin ass." She embarreses herself and the Dr. and Proffesor Pickering. She picks up a young suitor, Freddy, whom she is not interested in. The spy and former apprentice of Higgins tries to cause trouble for them at the ball.She almost gets discovered.
Approach: They go to the ball and pass Eliza off as royalty. She isn't discovered and she dances with the prince.
Ordeal: Eliza feels underapreciated, she has fallen in love with Henry Higgins and hears him and Proffesor Pickering talking about how they are done with her now that they have won the bet.
Reward: Henry tells Eliza that he loves her.
The Road Back: Henry goes to his mothers house to find Eliza and bring her back.
Resurrection: "The house isn't the same without you."
Return with Elixir: Henry Higgins and Eliza are in love, she stays, and he realizes what a jerk he was being and apologizes. Telling her that he loves her.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
New York City
I'm in high school. I've been in high school for three years. I'm single. I have a job. A place to live. I have friends. I have a plan for college. I have a scholarship and an apartment. I have a roommate. I have a savings account with money I have saved at the bank. I have a plan. I have a major, I'm going to be a nurse.
But all of this changed. In one split second. When I decided not to go to college at UVU just because that's where I had a full ride scholarship. I don't have to go to college there, just because it was the lowest cost on my list. I decided to work for my first year, move to New York and find a job as a nanny. I hear they make a lot of money babysitting rich people's kids. I use the money I have saved up to get me there and find a small apartment. I sit down in Starbucks and sip my coffee. A boy sits across from me and asks me my name. My life will never be the same.
Questions:
What would have happened if I had just gone to college at UVU?
Who is the boy that sits across from me at Starbucks?
Do I get the job as a Nanny or do I end up homeless on the streets?
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Take The Risk
Take the risk.
Because rewards come to the bold, to the risk takers, to the jumpers facing the cliffs edge.
Because you never know the consequences of your actions, untill you take them and find out.
Because 100 % of the human race fails.
Take the risk.
Because you will know once you've punched doubt in the face.
Because defeating your fear feels good.
Because you can shoot for the moon, land on the stars, and lasso the sun.
Take the risk.
Because conquering the impossible feat of landing your standing tuck for the first time feels increadible.
Because getting that trophy is worth the hours of sweat, blood, and tears.
Because if you can't do it. No one can.
Take the risk.
Run the extra mile, but literally. Stay the extra hour after practice to take one more shot. Ask the girl out already, she probably has been wishing you would.
Tomorrow won't be the same now, you've changed the sequence of events. Life is different now. Because you can take the risk.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Gandhi
I keep forgetting to be happy
When life seems to get me down
but, I see the light come through the clouds.
It gives me hope for the better day
will you ever come...
Does such a thing exist in this reality we call LIFE
So will it ever come?
Life is beautiful but its complicated
sometimes you need to cry and let go
but for some reason I always feel stupid when I do.
Why is that?
They always say it's okay to cry,
who is they?
When will we own ourselves completely?
I keep forgetting to live it up
isn't that what were supposed to do.
Then why is it that we make it impossible to do so
I just want to watch a movie on a rainy day
or paint pictures on the sidewalk with pretty colors
of sidewalk chalk.
I want to kiss that boy that I've had a crush on
I want him to kiss me first
I keep forgetting to keep it a secret.
I want to eat icecream 3 times a day for the rest of my life
Sometimes I see my life the way it truely is.
I don't like it that way
I keep forgetting to keep pretending
And tonight is not the last time I'l see the light.
When life seems to get me down
but, I see the light come through the clouds.
It gives me hope for the better day
will you ever come...
Does such a thing exist in this reality we call LIFE
So will it ever come?
Life is beautiful but its complicated
sometimes you need to cry and let go
but for some reason I always feel stupid when I do.
Why is that?
They always say it's okay to cry,
who is they?
When will we own ourselves completely?
I keep forgetting to live it up
isn't that what were supposed to do.
Then why is it that we make it impossible to do so
I just want to watch a movie on a rainy day
or paint pictures on the sidewalk with pretty colors
of sidewalk chalk.
I want to kiss that boy that I've had a crush on
I want him to kiss me first
I keep forgetting to keep it a secret.
I want to eat icecream 3 times a day for the rest of my life
Sometimes I see my life the way it truely is.
I don't like it that way
I keep forgetting to keep pretending
And tonight is not the last time I'l see the light.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Blurbs
Echo -Gorilla Zoe
Alonzo Mathis has recently been through a very rough breakup, it was very emotionally scarring. He is so bitter and cynical that he can't even mention the notorious ex girlfriends name, slowly he is letting go of the revenge that takes over his life and realizes that she was the one who had issues, he should'nt miss her and that he should leg go and move on.
Fifteen - Taylor Swift
A fifteen year old girl has her first experience as a freshman in highschool in a small town, she wishes desperatly for any attenton from a senior boy. She is counceled to take her time and not fall in love before she knows who she is, her best friend Abigail and her make fun of the other "popular girls" She begins to date and believes the boy who tells her that he loves her, her first kiss, he's on the football team and she's sweft off her feet. Her friend Abigail is dumped. She experiences her first her first heartbreak as well. She figures out who she is and wishes to give others the same advice which at first, she ignored.
She's My Kind of Rain -Tim Mcgraw
A young man watches the love of his life laugh across the dinner table, it's their one year anniversary of when they first started dating, they're sitting at their favorite restaraunt. He begins to go through every moment, every touch, and everything he ever remembers about her in his mind and before he can stop himself he is confessing to her how much he truely loves her. He sweeps her off her feet and pulls her onto the dance floor, their song begins to play as confetti slowly drifts down from the ceiling. He realizes he is in love with his sweetheart and there is no where else in the world he could be at this moment, than here, with her. He pulls out the ring and proposes.
Red Rag Top -Tim Mcgraw
A 20 year old young man and his 18 year old girlfriend, young and naive drive she picks him up in her red rag top truck on a summer night and they drove up to a clearing and cooked dinner, she begged him to please never stop loving her. He got her pregnant, with no job and no money, she was still in school, they made the decition to have an abortion. They stayed together but not long after took one more trip to the clearing, she stopped loving him. They broke up, but he never stopped loving her. Many years later he was stopped at a red light next to a young girl in a red rag top truck, he had a flashback to the clearing, so many years before, and he's still in love with her even after all that time.
His Name -He is We
Young and torn apart by life's vicious tendancy to knock you down a young girl realizes that there is a God and that she can turn to him for help. She wishes she had only known earlier, knowing it could have saved her alot of heartache.
Alonzo Mathis has recently been through a very rough breakup, it was very emotionally scarring. He is so bitter and cynical that he can't even mention the notorious ex girlfriends name, slowly he is letting go of the revenge that takes over his life and realizes that she was the one who had issues, he should'nt miss her and that he should leg go and move on.
Fifteen - Taylor Swift
A fifteen year old girl has her first experience as a freshman in highschool in a small town, she wishes desperatly for any attenton from a senior boy. She is counceled to take her time and not fall in love before she knows who she is, her best friend Abigail and her make fun of the other "popular girls" She begins to date and believes the boy who tells her that he loves her, her first kiss, he's on the football team and she's sweft off her feet. Her friend Abigail is dumped. She experiences her first her first heartbreak as well. She figures out who she is and wishes to give others the same advice which at first, she ignored.
She's My Kind of Rain -Tim Mcgraw
A young man watches the love of his life laugh across the dinner table, it's their one year anniversary of when they first started dating, they're sitting at their favorite restaraunt. He begins to go through every moment, every touch, and everything he ever remembers about her in his mind and before he can stop himself he is confessing to her how much he truely loves her. He sweeps her off her feet and pulls her onto the dance floor, their song begins to play as confetti slowly drifts down from the ceiling. He realizes he is in love with his sweetheart and there is no where else in the world he could be at this moment, than here, with her. He pulls out the ring and proposes.
Red Rag Top -Tim Mcgraw
A 20 year old young man and his 18 year old girlfriend, young and naive drive she picks him up in her red rag top truck on a summer night and they drove up to a clearing and cooked dinner, she begged him to please never stop loving her. He got her pregnant, with no job and no money, she was still in school, they made the decition to have an abortion. They stayed together but not long after took one more trip to the clearing, she stopped loving him. They broke up, but he never stopped loving her. Many years later he was stopped at a red light next to a young girl in a red rag top truck, he had a flashback to the clearing, so many years before, and he's still in love with her even after all that time.
His Name -He is We
Young and torn apart by life's vicious tendancy to knock you down a young girl realizes that there is a God and that she can turn to him for help. She wishes she had only known earlier, knowing it could have saved her alot of heartache.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Songs with Stories
Take Me There -Rascal Flatts
Plot: He want's to know everything about the love of his life, the one who knows her best.
Character:The guy, the girl he's in love with.
Conflict: He's not "the one" ... yet.
Setting: It could be anywhere, wherever he met "her"
Theme: When you're in love you want to be the one and only who knows everything about your special person. Take me there.
You Belong with Me -Taylor Swift
Plot: Getting the guy you like from the "Other Girl" who, of course, is awful.
Character: The nerd girl.
Conflict: The guy she likes is dating a cheerleader.
Setting: Highschool.
Theme: True love triumphs over all.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Jealousy
Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.
Tupac Shakur
The Rose that Grew from Concrete, by Tupac Shakur. Man. Just the title of this poem makes me jealous. It sounds so solid. It's so simple and inspiring. I love this.
Read it if you have a minute, maybe it will make you jealous too.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Complaints
I'm sick of somebody else getting what I wanted.
I'm sick of watching her get you.
I'm sick of you ignoring me.
I'm sick of being lied to.
I'm sick of the silence, and wishing it would go away but it NEVER does.
I'm sick of staring at the phone ALL night, and your name never pops up.
I'm sick of getting butterflies when my phone vibrates and then getting a wave of overwhelming dissapoinment when I see that it's not you.
I'm sick of seeing you and "HER" in the halls.
I'm sick of not being able to get over you, because I hate you so bad.
I'm sick of acting like I don't know you at all, when actually I know you better than anybody else does.
I'm sick of being treated like shit by you when you know EVERYTHING about me, my faults and my worst fears, you know I hate being alone, and that I hate change, but you let me fall just the same.
I'm sick of the pictures all over facebook. Kill me.
I'm sick of Highschool.
I'm sick of pretending I don't care.
I'm sick of putting on an act so that no one knows that all I want to do is crawl under my covers in my bed and NEVER wake up.
I'm sick of having no one.
I'm sick of being no one.
I'm sick of wasting a year of my life with someone who forgot about me so easily.
I'm sick of being left in the dust.
I'm sick of being judged.
I'm sick of crying myself to sleep everynight, and being ashamed of it.
I'm sick of being alone, and liking it.
I'm sick of not caring about anything I used to care about.
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
To be completely honest I'm sick of my life.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Definition of LOVE
Love is something that I know very little about.
I'm 18, and I have only had one attempt at love. I'm not sure how love works in the real world because I'm not sure if what I had was the real thing. I know that I loved someone, and he loved me but were we really "In Love"? Was that what love is?
Can I write about love when I'm not even sure that I know what real love feels like?
I don't know.
I do know that love is supposed to be unselfish. It's supposed to be the most beautiful thing in the entire world. Love is what the FairyTales make us believe in, true love. Love is the thing that people die for, and look for a lifetime to find.
I can tell you that love is something that I hope to find someday myself. It cannot be defined by an 18 year old during her senior year of highschool, and maybe it still can't be defined by a couple married for 50 years. But it can be hoped for, and believed in.
I'm 18, and I have only had one attempt at love. I'm not sure how love works in the real world because I'm not sure if what I had was the real thing. I know that I loved someone, and he loved me but were we really "In Love"? Was that what love is?
Can I write about love when I'm not even sure that I know what real love feels like?
I don't know.
I do know that love is supposed to be unselfish. It's supposed to be the most beautiful thing in the entire world. Love is what the FairyTales make us believe in, true love. Love is the thing that people die for, and look for a lifetime to find.
I can tell you that love is something that I hope to find someday myself. It cannot be defined by an 18 year old during her senior year of highschool, and maybe it still can't be defined by a couple married for 50 years. But it can be hoped for, and believed in.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
I Could've Been...
I could've been somebody.
I could've been myself. I could've been an Olympic figure skater. I could've been a concert pianist. I could've been a sadist. I could've been like my mother. I could've been a geek. I could've been Einstiens only competition. I could've been a musician. I could've been Justin Biebers pediatrician. I could've been a painter. I could've been a gang banger. I could've been a drop out. I could've been a movie star. I could've been a druggie. I could've been rich.
I could've been nobody.
I could've been myself. I could've been an Olympic figure skater. I could've been a concert pianist. I could've been a sadist. I could've been like my mother. I could've been a geek. I could've been Einstiens only competition. I could've been a musician. I could've been Justin Biebers pediatrician. I could've been a painter. I could've been a gang banger. I could've been a drop out. I could've been a movie star. I could've been a druggie. I could've been rich.
I could've been nobody.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
My Boulevard of Broken Dreams
I walk alone. I walk alone.
It's raining. I walk on the side of the freeway. I miss your soft lips, I see your face in strangers on the street. I still say your name when I'm talking in my sleep. The rain washes away my tears, but they keep coming. I left my car 7 miles back with everything I ever owned stuffed into the back seat. No one is coming to find me, no one even knows I am gone.
I walk alone. I walk alone.
I look down at my soaked tank top and my hair drips raindrops, they add to my tears. My broken heart beats in an irregular rhythm against the broken down car window. The remnants of a ripped up letter from Harvard lay in the back seat. One piece visibly stands out. DENIED. Broken dreams. I reach down for my phone, my hand grabs at the empty air inside my shorts pocket. Flashes of my former life plague my vision, a happier life and a carefree day. When you took me across the world, we promised that this would last forever, but now I see it was my past life, a beautiful time, drunk off each other till the sun rise. Those days are over and gone forever. There is no turning back this time because you can not live in the past. One day you will wake up and find reality knocking at your door and you won't have the strength to push it away anymore. Today is that day.
I walk alone. I walk alone.
They couldn't care less about what happens to me. There never was a soul in the world who loved me. There was one soul who lied to me, a soul who made me believe in love. The life is fading from me while you watch my heart bleed. Young love murder that is what this must be. And even that soul left me. People always leave.
"They say that true love hurts. Well this could almost kill me."
KE$HA. You're my hero.
It's raining. I walk on the side of the freeway. I miss your soft lips, I see your face in strangers on the street. I still say your name when I'm talking in my sleep. The rain washes away my tears, but they keep coming. I left my car 7 miles back with everything I ever owned stuffed into the back seat. No one is coming to find me, no one even knows I am gone.
I walk alone. I walk alone.
I look down at my soaked tank top and my hair drips raindrops, they add to my tears. My broken heart beats in an irregular rhythm against the broken down car window. The remnants of a ripped up letter from Harvard lay in the back seat. One piece visibly stands out. DENIED. Broken dreams. I reach down for my phone, my hand grabs at the empty air inside my shorts pocket. Flashes of my former life plague my vision, a happier life and a carefree day. When you took me across the world, we promised that this would last forever, but now I see it was my past life, a beautiful time, drunk off each other till the sun rise. Those days are over and gone forever. There is no turning back this time because you can not live in the past. One day you will wake up and find reality knocking at your door and you won't have the strength to push it away anymore. Today is that day.
I walk alone. I walk alone.
They couldn't care less about what happens to me. There never was a soul in the world who loved me. There was one soul who lied to me, a soul who made me believe in love. The life is fading from me while you watch my heart bleed. Young love murder that is what this must be. And even that soul left me. People always leave.
"They say that true love hurts. Well this could almost kill me."
KE$HA. You're my hero.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
I'm Not Thinking About You
I'm NOT thinking about you like are you in the hall right now? Because I'm gonna take the hall pass to go check. So I can talk to you, and act like it's coincidence.
Like the caged eagle thinks about the open sky.
I used to think about you like the starving man who prays for food.
Like the Dying man thinks of his last breath.
Like A little girl thinks about her daddy.
I'm NO LONGER thinking about you like you're thinking about me.
Like a clock thinks about time.
I'm most definitely not thinking about you like are you talking to that girl? Who are you talking to? And what are you saying. Because I don't have to anymore.
I'm NOT thinking about you like are you thinking about me?
Like a headache thinks about painkillers.
Like my mom thinks about my dad.
I'm SO NOT thinking about you like skydivers think about their parachutes.
Like are you still awake dreaming? And are you still dreaming about me?
BUT I AM THINKING ABOUT YOU LIKE...
I'm thinking about you like can I have my stuff back because it's really not yours anymore.
Like can I burn your UGLY old T-shirt that I don't wear to bed anymore now?
Like I can't wait to get my sweet revenge and see your face when she dumps you flat on your *** because you're such a loser.
I'm thinking about you like how come I ever dated you? Was I high?
Like dogs think about getting rid of cats.
Like cats think about eating mice.
Like I think about eating a bug.
Like the caged eagle thinks about the open sky.
I used to think about you like the starving man who prays for food.
Like the Dying man thinks of his last breath.
Like A little girl thinks about her daddy.
I'm NO LONGER thinking about you like you're thinking about me.
Like a clock thinks about time.
I'm most definitely not thinking about you like are you talking to that girl? Who are you talking to? And what are you saying. Because I don't have to anymore.
I'm NOT thinking about you like are you thinking about me?
Like a headache thinks about painkillers.
Like my mom thinks about my dad.
I'm SO NOT thinking about you like skydivers think about their parachutes.
Like are you still awake dreaming? And are you still dreaming about me?
BUT I AM THINKING ABOUT YOU LIKE...
I'm thinking about you like can I have my stuff back because it's really not yours anymore.
Like can I burn your UGLY old T-shirt that I don't wear to bed anymore now?
Like I can't wait to get my sweet revenge and see your face when she dumps you flat on your *** because you're such a loser.
I'm thinking about you like how come I ever dated you? Was I high?
Like dogs think about getting rid of cats.
Like cats think about eating mice.
Like I think about eating a bug.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Direct Orders
You Are Under Direct Orders To Rock The Freak Out. Rock out like you just got your first kiss. Rock out like it's Friday night and you don't got a curfew. Rock out like he just told you he loves you. Rock out like your sitting on a beach somewhere and you just realized your never going home, your flight just took off and you weren't on it. Rock out like it's the first day of Summer. Rock out like your parents are gone for the weekend. Rock out like your alarm just went off but it's only 3 Am and you have another three whole hours of sleep. Rock out like you thought it was Thursday and you just found out that it's Friday. Rock out like you just won the State Championships. Rock out like your moving out to college and you haven't realized how much your rent costs yet. Rock out like you thought it was midnight but its only 9 and you still got the whole night to ROCK OUT. Rock out like HE just left "her" party to come hang out with you. Rock out like the wait is over and you just said yes. Rock out like you just bought two pairs of jeans for the price of one. Rock out like it's raining outside and you have a guy to run though it with. Rock out like you got a bulging wallet and a full tank of gas. Rock out like you just got him back. Rock out like your in the south and all you've got is music to help you find your soul. Rock out like your life is just beginning for you, every single day.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Blog Introduction
Life Happens, crap happens, and the most amazing things ever happen too. You take your life for whatever it's worth. And thats why I titled my blog Sometimes Life Just Happens..
I like Music. All kinds but especially country. That in and of itself puts me in a separate category from most high school students my age who mostly all say, "I like all music, EXCEPT for country." and they emphasize "except". But honestly whatever people.
I like watching movies and going out to eat. I like old movies a lot. Not the typical girl old movies like "Little Women" or the twelve hour gem "Pride and Prejudice" .I like the old ones like White Christmas with Bean Crosby or The Goonies.
Welcome to my blog.
I like Music. All kinds but especially country. That in and of itself puts me in a separate category from most high school students my age who mostly all say, "I like all music, EXCEPT for country." and they emphasize "except". But honestly whatever people.
I like watching movies and going out to eat. I like old movies a lot. Not the typical girl old movies like "Little Women" or the twelve hour gem "Pride and Prejudice" .I like the old ones like White Christmas with Bean Crosby or The Goonies.
Welcome to my blog.
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