Open Mic

(I wish)

I wish I would of known that the only place to find happiness is within your self.

I wish I would of known that when you gossip and lie and act like someone your not, you forget who you really are.

I wish I never would of lied to the people I love.

I wish I would of forgiven more freely.

I wish I wouldn’t of gotten jealous.

I wish I would of never snuck out of my house.

I wish I would of listened in Sunday school when teachers told me to surround myself with good people.

I wish I would of believed my parents.

I wish someone would of told me that dating beautiful boys, with hot jeans, good hair, and high social status.. isn’t the way to live your fairy tale.

I wish Taylor Swift and Cinderella Story didn’t exist so I never even would of believed in fairy tales.

I wish someone would of told 60 percent of the girls I know, that acting ditzy, slutty, and stupid isn’t cute, or the way to get the attention you’re seeking.

I wish someone would have told me that high school boys don’t care about who you are, they care about what you’ll do.

I wish someone would of told me to not waste anytime impressing people.

That fitting in is overrated, and that standing out is what makes you cool.

That the most put together people on the outside are the most messed up on the inside.

That trying to fit in is impossible and trying to keep up with the gossip is exhausting and ruins your reputation.

I wish someone would of told me that my friends were going to change.

I wish someone would of told me to get a job

I wish someone would of told me that my mom was going to be the one person who always understood and loved me no matter what, and to not ever talk back to or disrespect her.

 I wish someone would have told me, that even though my mom is amazing, I wasn’t expected to be just like her.

I wish someone would of told me that people were going to betray me and talk bad about me behind my back.

I wish someone would of warned me about drinking and drugs.

I wish someone would of told me that some of the people I cared about were going to get very involved in them

I wish I would of known to stay away from those 5 people.

I wish someone would have told me to make build more best friendships instead of a billion acquaintances.

And that who my best friend was, was going to change a lot.

I wish someone would of told me life goes on after a broken heart

I wish I would have known everyone felt the same way as me sophomore year… lonely and insecure.

I wish someone would have told me to work harder at dance and practice the piano.

I wish someone would of told me to save my money when I was younger.

I wish someone would of told me that cheer wasn’t life, or who I was.

I wish someone would of told me to burry myself in books, and spend more time studying, and that the people who are “nerdy” and always go to class end up successful and happy.

I wish someone would have told me to take more AP classes

I wish someone would have told me not to judge people, or hold grudges, all it did was make me miserable.

I wish someone would of told me the social scene isn’t that great, and to be with exactly who I wanted every weekend, and do whatever I wanted, even if that was stay at home and sleep.

I wish someone would of told me that growing up is real, that my metabolism was going to slow down, that my limbs were gonna start aching at freaking age 16, that seminary was important and make ups completely suck.

That going to attendance school isn’t fun.. at all.

I wish someone would of told me that id be leaving high school with so many regrets.

And a lot of times, I wish I could just start over. 

I Need A Hero

ELF.

The Ordinary World - Buddy lives in the North Pole. He works as an ordinary elf, making shoes and cookies and toys. But he's always felt different than the others. 

The Call to Adventure - One day, Buddy's "dad", Papa Elf, breaks the news to him that he isn't his real dad, and that Buddy's biological dad works in a big building in New York City.

Refusal of the Call - Buddy is reluctant to leave the North Pole, and he isn't sure if he's ready to journey out of the Pole alone.

Meeting the Mentor - As Buddy is contemplating what to do, Leon the Snowman gives Buddy some advice.
"Of course you're not an elf, you're six foot three and had a beard since you were sixteen." After Buddy comes to the reality of his situation, he makes his decision. 

Crossing the Threshold - "..the Candy Cane Forest, through the Sea of Swirly Twirly Gumdrops, then I walked through the Lincoln Tunnel."

Test, Allies, Enemies - Buddy encounters many people and many situations throughout his time in New York. He is hit by a bus, forced to sleep in a department store window, eats gum off the street, etc. But, along the way he meets his allies. Such as Emily and Michael, and most importantly Jovie, his love interest. But, along with allies, come enemies. The store manager being one, but the main enemy of the movie...is Buddy's dad. 

Approach to the Inmost Cave - Buddy is taken in by his new family, and while there, he is determined to mend his relationship with his father. 

The Ordeal - Buddy does everything he can to create love between him and his father. He is kind and sweet to everyone around him. But, because he is so naive, he ends up ruining one of Walter's biggest meetings. After this, Walter wants nothing to do with his son. 

Reward - While Buddy is trying to get back to the North Pole, he notices Santa's sleigh has crashed in Central Park. Buddy ends up saving the sleigh, through his Christmas spirit. Buddy is a hero to the city, and he even gets Walter to join in the cause. Oh, he gets the girl too. 

The Road Back - Buddy heads back to the North Pole with Jovie, and they are loved by everyone there. 

The Resurrection - ...?

Return With Elixir - Is him in all of his glory in love with Jovie. 

Shake the Dust (STAND UP)

This ones for the wanna bees. For the wanna bees, and the pretenders. This is for the girls, who kiss a lot of boys, hoping for a glimpse of some love and attention. This is for the freshman boys scared to change in the locker room. This is for every single one of my friends.. Stand up. This is for the people who HAD a dream. This is for the boys who drink to avoid their problems, and please their friends. This is for the girls with perfect mothers. This ones for the 24 year olds with high school girlfriends. This is for the 27 year old ex quarter backs that still go to their ex high school games. This is for the read-heads. This one's for the rich kids who buy everyones lunch. This ones for the girl who wears fake true religions. This one's for the kids in AP classes. This one's for the anorexics. This is for the girl who never got asked to a boy's choice dance. This one's for the girls who show cleavage, and the boys who pretend to like it. This one's for the lovers who's love, is loving someone else. This one's for the pretenders..
Stand up.
Stand up for what you believe in. Stand up and be who you are. Stop living life how someone else wants or expects you to live it. There's always gonna be someone you feel like is better than you. But spending life wishing you were someone else is a waste of time. Learn to appreciate yourself, and look for all the good qualities you do have, the things you do like about yourself, and focus on those. You'll never be someone else. You'll never be successful giving up your dreams. You'll never impress anyone by following the crowd. You'll never escape your problems by hiding from them temporarily.
You'll never be happy pretending.
So, Stand up.

Gandhi

I keep forgetting to stay on top of things. To prioritize my day and get everything done I need to. To do my homework, be nice to my mom, work out, eat good, and practice developing my talents. Maybe if I would of practiced more i wouldn't be so disappointed now.. I know I wouldn't be. I should of gone pro. I should of dedicated myself completely to the one thing I love the most. I don't have much natural talent in it at all. But I don't think that matters. I think in life if a person completely dedicates there life to something and does everything possible to achieve a certain goal, they can do it. What you can and can't do is all mental. If you think confidence, you will execute confidence and you can and will accomplish anything you want to. When will we own ourselves completely? When we have this confidence. When we trust and believe in ourselves enough to go after exactly what we want. When we don't let anyone tell us no, nor are we afraid to tell anyone else no or stick up for what we believe in. We then have found ourselves and own ourselves completely. I wish I would have found this confidence a long time ago, gone pro, and gone 100% after my dreams. I have been let down hugely recently, and realized that I have not been reaching my full potential. But this doesn't end tonight. Because of this let down, I have learned and decided EXACTLY what i want and WILL gain the confidence to go after it and achieve it. Then, I will be pro. And I will own myself completely.

Sixers

Blurbs

White Houses (Vanessa Carlton)
Vanessa, Katie, Anna, Carl, and Tanner are best friends. They're outsiders to the popular crowd, nobodies. It's summertime and they're sitting around in Carl's white tree house with nothing to do. None of them have ever kissed and they're all talking about what it would be like. They decide to play a little game. Vanessa is taken advantage of. It ruins her forever.

Letter To Me (Brad Paisley)
Brad is old and looking back on his life regretting the silly decisions he made when he was a teen. All the drinking and partying he did trying to avoid what he thought was such a miserable life. He wishes he could of seen into the future to what a great life he could have and how great he would turn out to be. Tell himself how little things like girlfriends, troubles with parents and friends actually mattered. I think we all wish we could write letters to ourselves at points in our lives where we made mistakes i order to stop ourselves from making the wrong ones. This song is all about looking back.

What Can I Say (Carrie Underwood)
Carrie and Thomas were so in love. They started out best friends then fell for each other and dated for 7 months. They had an easy breakup and they both pretended to be fine. But she wasn't, not at all. And because of this she didn't know how to act around him. She wanted so badly to be normal and call him but things had just reached such an awkward point in their relationship, she couldn't bring herself to do it. She continues on missing him, not knowing what to do or what to say.

Changed Man (Chris Brown)
Chris was a bad boy. He had low self esteem and because he hung out with the wrong crowd was constantly giving in to peer pressure. One day he met Katie.. and everything changed. He fell in love for the first time. Katie saw the good in Chris, and didn't know much or the seriousness of his past. They were together, but Chris continued to hang out with his friends. Behind Katie's back Chris made the same stupid mistakes, until one day Katie caught him and broke up with him. It was so hard on both of them and Chris promised that if he could have another chance he would do any and everything to change so that he could be good enough to deserve her again.

I'll Walk (Bucky Covington)
This song is a sad story of acting out of anger, and looking back realizing how unimportant it was and regretting how mad you got. Bucky and Austin were dating and had plans to be married right after high school. The night of their senior prom they had a huge fight on the way home, Bucky pulled over and Austin jumped out saying she'd walk home. On her walk home she was hit by a car! Hearing the news Bucky felt terrible and when he got to the hospital and realized she was paralyzed he asked her to marry him. And he did. Even though she now had that problem he loved her enough to want to help her through that for the rest of both of their lives. However Bucky will always look back wishing he could of stopped their fighting and apologized the night of prom and Austin would still have her legs.

Songs with Stories

Song Title: Love Me, Collin Raye
Http://www.lyrics007.com/Collin%20Raye%20Lyrics/Love%20Me%20Lyrics.html

Characters: Grandson, Grandpa, and Grandma who is dying

Setting: In the doorway of the church where the boy and his grandpa went to pray, as his grandma was about to pass away. Grandpa pulled out a letter that his wife wrote him a long time ago

Plot: The letter refers to the story of their love. Growing up the boys grandparents were so in love, but her parents did not approve. They wanted to be together so badly, so they made a plan to run away together and get married. The letter was a note that Grandma left on a tree where they were supposed to meet. It said to wait for her and she'd find a way to get there no matter what and that she loved him. We don't know the rest of the story of how they actually did get married, but you know in the song that they definitely got married because their grandson is singing the song.

Conflict: The conflict in the story of these two love birds is the fact that her parents didn't like him and wouldn't let them be together.

Theme: True love can over come any obstacle. You can tell in this song how hard it was to be together, but they did it. You can also see how much Grandpa loves his wife with the fact that he still has her letter saved.


Song Title: Haunted, Taylor Swift
Http://www.elyrics.net/read/t/taylor-swift-lyrics/haunted-lyrics.html
Characters: A girl in love with her ex boyfriend, the ex boyfriend that doesn't care anymore, the new boyfriend who loves the girl, but isn't enough for her.

Setting: This song doesn't really set up a specific place. I picture a girl crying alone in her room, thinking about sending this boy that she misses so much. Looking through old pictures, reading old texts and notes, and just wondering what possibly happened to them.

Plot: The two people, boy and the girl, were best best friends. One day they started having feelings, and the boy kissed the girl. They had such a long past that every move they made was a big risk. Then one day the boy decided he didn't want a relationship or anything but friends anymore. They tried, but the "fragile line" was broken and things couldn't go back to normal. The girl who didn't think she loved this boy so much, finally realized it when she couldn't have him anymore. Every boy she then tried to date, just couldn't fill the shoes. She got all kinds of crazy ideas in her head that something more was there, and she waited around for him to want her back, but he never did.

Conflict: Two best friends fell in love, and then didn't know how to go back to just friends, because there was still strong feelings on one side.

Theme: When you end any kind of relationship, there can't be friendship that follows. This is just because there is always one person that is hurt. And even if they fake it, one side is always still sad with feelings.

Jealous

I'm jealous of Shel Silverstein. I'm jealous that one person could be creative enough to come up with an entire BOOK full of poems that people actually want to buy. I'm jealous that he can make poetry so simple and understandable yet so lovable. I'm jealous of his poem "Sick". My favorite kind of poetry is stuff that rhymes. I love rhyming. I just think there's such a flow to it and it's so easy to read no matter what age or how smart you are. I like the stories in his poetry. In sick the idea of a child trying to fool her parents that she's too sick to do anything, if it's school related or something the child doesn't necessarily love. But the second it is something she wants to do, like play on Saturday, little Peggy Ann McKay is just fine. We an all relate to this. Especially when I was younger I would pull this all the time. Even now sometimes on sunday with church.. and then after I don't go and I want to play with a friend, I'm miraculously healed ;)
I love poetry, and wish i was better at it.
So any poet, like Shel that has many of his poems published.. makes me jealous!

Complaints

I'm tired of YOU. I'm tired of fakers. I'm tired of "i love you" to my face and "i hate you" behind my back. I'm tired of liar. I'm tired of boyfriends, and ex-boyfriends. I'm tired  of being my parents experiment child, of being the oldest. I'm tired of the attendance policy. I'm tired of the bristles falling out of my toothbrush. I'm tired of boyfriends who either cheat, steal, lie, or drink. I'm tired of always paying for her. I'm tired of TL. I'm tired of high school, of my "group", of the people I pretend to like. I'm tired of always being so tired.

Love

Love scares me. My number one fear in life is marrying the wrong person. Im scared I'm going to marry a liar. Or marry someone like any of the people I've fallen in love with in high school. They were all SO wrong for me.. and I knew it. Not one of the people I've ever dated has had the qualities I want in the person I marry. but still, I think I fell in love with them. Actually, I guess I more fell in lust with them. ha. That's the difference. I fall for the physical a lot, or the social status or just the fun popular boys that make me laugh. I'm scared I'll get caught up in that again and marry someone like that...
I want to marry someone thats in love with me. real love. Someone that would never cheat on me, lie to me, and would do anything he could to make me happy. Someone that doesn't care that I have the most terrible curly hair in the morning, or that sometimes I act immature, or that I'm kinda dramatic..Someone that loves me for me, 100 percent. That's what love is. Giving yourself fully to a person. And being willing to sacrifice any and everything for their happiness, and always trying to be better for them. I want to marry someone that I don't have to change. Someone that is already just how I want them. A hard worker, a gentlemen, loves to be around my family, loves kids, makes jokes, loves movies, loves to laugh, is confident, disciplined, smart, strong in my religion, caring, generous and can deal with my temper and mood swings.
I'm scared of love. But i want it.. bad.

Facebook

The number one reason people Facebook, is to get attention. They post pictures, comments, or statuses.. to either get a reaction out of someone, or make whatever is fun and cool in their lives, seem even funner and cooler. "CRAZY NIGHT WITH MY BFF.. SO MUCH FUN!!"was once a post I observed, later to find out her and her "bff"  sat at home and watched the Notebook. hmm.. crazy. Last year, a picture was posted of me glaring at a girl that got 47 comments none of which were mine or the girl in the picture. It was strictly posted to get a reaction from people who like to involve themselves in others lives. 

Facebook creates soo much unnecessary drama, and comes with so many miscommunications. You can't hear a persons tone by just looking at there comment, so many people get offended by things they shouldn't. Jokes are taken seriously, small things are blown out of proportion, and many people say things way out of character that they would only feel comfortable saying hiding behind a screen. I've had many instant messaging conversations with people saying rude and hurtful comments that they never would have said to my face. 

Besides being a place to be someone your not, and up your cool.. Facebook is a sad, sad addiction. 

I know this because I was once addicted. 

Spending many many "homework hours" looking at  my friends, enemies, and even people I don't know.. I would come away feeling and talking about these people like I knew everything about them.

sigh..

Facebook. is. bad. news.

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone I walk alone
I feel like I just washed up on the shore of an uncharted island where every single person speaks a different language, but they all understand each other. Or like i'm constantly at a nail salon where the asians doing your toes are all laughing and looking at you. I always feel embarrassed and confused. I feel like everyone knows where they're going and what they want to be and I don't have any idea.
I walk alone I walk alone
In a sea of people there's only me that doesn't know what they want to be
and those who say they understand how I feel are just doing their job and being sympathetic. No one is real, no one says what they want to say or acts the way they really feel. Everyone puts on a show. And since they do, I do too.
I walk alone I walk alone.

I'm thinking about you

When i really started to think about it.. i think about you A LOT.
I'm thinkin about you like PB thinks about J, like little kids think about otter pops on a hot summer day.
Like salt thinks about pepper, and September thinks about June, like cookies think about milk, and the sun about the moon. I'm thinkin about you like a nail thinks about a hammer, I am thinking about you in the way that mean english teachers think about grammar. Like fatties think about food, and druggies think about pot, I'm thinking about you like tissues think about snot. Like Chicken Little thinks about the sky falling, I think about you, and I start bawling. I think about you in math and in health, like a poor man thinks about his family and wealth. Like a bad husband thinks about his other girl, like the toliet thinks about hating hurl. Like dirty boys and prostitutes think about getting laid, like broke college students think about getting paid....eh and sometimes laid too.. Like honey thinks about Pooh. Like a girl thinks about the boy who just broke her heart, like a little kid thinks about monsters when he's scared of the dark. The thought of thinking about you makes me scared, no amount of thinking would make me prepared. I'm thinking about you like red thinks about orange and orange thinks about yellow, like a perfect smore thinks about a toasted marshmellow. Like great grandpa thinks about World War one, like a hamburger thinks about his bun. Like cheerleaders think about stunts, and a footbaall kicker thinks about punts. Like sophomore girls think about senior boys, like a rock band thinks about making noise. Like gum thinks about being chewed, like.. i am always ALWAYS thinking about you.

Direct Orders

You are under direct orders to rock out!
Rock out like your team just took first place, and after coach told you good job.
Rock out like your crush just face booked you, like he asked for your number
Rock out like you just stood up for what you believe in, like your Rosa Parks, or Emma Smith
Rock out like your daddy has cancer and today is the last day you'll spend with him..
Rock out like your mom just bought you an entire costco pack of orbit sweetmint gum
Rock out like you just scored the winning touch down with 15 seconds left in the game.
Rock out like your boyfriend just said those 3 words..like you just kissed in the rain.
Rock out like you just snuck out all night and no one else knows a single thing about it!
Rock out like you just got the highest score in the class, on a test you didn't study for.
Rock out like you just got excepted to BYU and your parents are sooo proud of you.
Rock out like it's Superbowl Sunday
Rock out like you just went on a shopping spree.
Rock out like you just got a rose on the bachelor.
Rock out like your finally over it.. like it's not gonna make you cry anymore.
Rock out like its 2:14 the day that starts Christmas Break, UEA, Spring break, or summer vacation!
Rock out like he finally apologized.. like the same he wrote i miss you in your year book.
Rock out like your seeing your best friend in the world for the first time in two months!
Rock out like your tanks competely full.. like you have nowhere to go and nothing to do
Rock out like you have nothing to do today!... until 2:16
Rock out like your going to die... soon.

Introduction

Hi, my name is Alice Rossi and I like to write. The fact that I am writing using that name, a name that is really not my own, sounds ironic when I think about the reason I write. I like to write, so I can be myself. Writing is it's own little world. In the real world I feel so much pressure to be something I'm not. So much pressure to lie, deceive, gossip, and waste my time pleasing people that when I sit down and think about, I don't even like! Its exhausting..and when I'm tired and worn out of all the fake, I can write, and be real. 

I like to smile:) I like to smile at people.. and I like pretty much everyone that smiles back. Not the fake smile though not the courtesy wave, and the toothless smile.. that's what I call the chewy smile. That silly, ugly, I'm-too-afraid-of-what-everyone-else-thinks-of-me-to-smile-at-a-complete-stranger smile. That same smile I get after someone just said something mean to me and walks off with their friends congratulating them. The smile I get from her.. when she thinks I just believed her stupid lie. The smile they all do when they just did something better then me. Those smiles are all just so... chewy. 

I don't give chewy smiles. If there's one thing about me thats real in both worlds, It's my smile:)

I have zero patience.

My moods change quicker then the minute hand on the clock.

I'm frustrated by rules and everything I'm not aloud to do.

I've gone through A LOT of "best friends".

I would compare high school to seafood, I hate seafood.

Seafood is probably the only thing i won't devour.

I've changed a lot.

I love...

 ring pops

 rain

 The 4th of July

dancing

country music

arguing

fashion

 and the color green.