FiLm AnAlYsIs

Santa Claus:

OW: Scott Calvin is just a simple man that works developing toys. He is in no way anyone extraordinary or special to anyone but himself/
CA: While the Santa Claus is delivering toys to Scott's son Charlie, Scott scares Santa and falls off of the roof. When he falls, Santa disappears. Scott then puts on the Santa suit and is obligated to fulfill the role of Santa Claus.
RC: When Scott is confronted with his obligation, he refuses to do it. He wants to continue his life at his job and is convinced that Santa Claus is not real.
MM: Santa's (Scott's) head elf Bernard then does everything he can to help Scott convert into the Santa Claus he is suppossed to become. Without Bernard, the transition would have been much more difficult.
CT:Once Scott visited the North Pole, he finally came to realize that maybe this "Santa" thing is real. Children seemed to recognize him even when he wasn't in his suit.  He is no longer in denial.
TAE: Now that he believes that is is truely Santa Claus, his ex-wife and her new husband are concerned for his mental stability and Charlie's welfare when he is with Scott. They then call the cops once Charlie goes missing to the North Pole, and they get Scott thrown in jail.
IC: Once Scott's elves rescue him from jail, he goes and prepares for Christmas and the stress that it brings.
O: During his ordeal, he is not allowed to see Charlie. His family life goes up in flames and he isn't convinced that it can somehow be normal again.
R: He returns Charlie home and somehow convinces his family that he truely is Santa Claus, and the family has a huge bonding moment.
RB: Now that his family is n order, he now has to head back to the North Pole and prepare for Christmas.
R: His return to his family is considered a physical resurrection, but his renewed dedication to Santa Claus is more of a mental resurrection.
RE: The final reward is all of the joy that he brings to not only the children in being Santa Claus, but also the personal joys it brings aswell.

50 WoRd StOrY

Jesse's Girl:

A young boy finds that wants a girl but is faced with an opposition because the girl that he wants also happens to be his best friends girlfriend. He has feelings of jealousy towards his friend and tries his hardest to win her over despite her "unavailable" staus.

BlUrBs:

All American Girl:
A couple has a baby girl who turns into the center of the fathers whole world. As she grows up she dates the high school football star and he falls in love with her despite his father who thinks his college career is more important. The newly weds then had a baby girl of their own who turns into the center of her fathers whole world.

Runaway Love:
A few different girls live in difficult situations facing abuse, neglect, drugs, and emotional issues. The girls all decide to run away and try to escape their terrible situations.

Independence Day:
A little girl grows up in a home with an abusive father to her mother. One day while she is at the 4th of July parade, her mother sets the house on fire and commits suicide. The little girl is sent to a county home to grow up.

Mary's Song:
A little grows up with a friend who's parents thought that one day they would get married. It turns out that through their teenage years they fall in love and end up getting married and making family of their own.

Never Grow Up:
The singer is talking to a young child and gives her advice about life as she grows into a teenager and into her early adult years. She tells her that if she doesn't grow up things can stay as simple as they are now and how she herself wishes she was a child again.

ToP tEn SiXeRs:

-creative writing is kind of nuts
-but don't worry i like it.
-brain farts are a regular occurance.
-we talk about entertaining junk too!
-ummm...neverending?  kind of slightly scary.
-is "ummmm" even considered a word?
-is stealing a topic considered theft?
-im using "considered" too many times.
-don't think im doing this right.
-well im done with it anyway...

song lyrics: concrete angel-martina mcbride

Character: Little girl, mom, teacher, school mates.
Conflict: Little girl is abused but isn't getting the help she needs
Theme: We need to look outside ourselves and look for people who may need our help.
Setting: Home, school, graveyard
Plot: Little girl lives in a bad home, no one pays attention to her, she gets killed by mother.

http://www.lyrics.com/concrete-angel-lyrics-martina-mcbride.html

ImPuLsE NuMeRo DoS

Jordy: My wart is bleeding.
Kait: Ew Jordy you are absolutely disgusting.
Jordy: You know what?! When you get a wart and it starts to bleed and you have to live with the embarrasment then we can talk.
Kait: Um...pretty sure i would rather die than get a wart.
Jordy: Drama Queen.
Kait: You know what....bite me.
Jordy: I would rather die!
Kait: Drama Queen.
Jordy: Are you freaking kidding me?? you know what...i am going to go show my wart
to someone who cares and will give me a band-aide or something.
Kait: Good cause i think im gonna puke if you come any closer to me with that thing...
Jordy: Fine. Hasta.

ImPuLsE

two friends daily type of conversation

Jordy: Hey dude
Kait: Aw ish...
Jordy: whats the deal?
Kait: Does this mean i have to do my laundry?
Jordy: Dude i have to be on time
Kait: Squirrel
Jordy: My wart is bleeding
Kait: Puke jord. Nasty Bi...
Jordy: Where is the Gnarr?
Kait: No one even freaking knows...
Jordy: Ha whatev...
Kait: Squirril

HiDdEn PoTeNtIaL bEhInD a SiMpLe DiShWaShEr:

Have you ever felt like you were somewhere you weren't suppossed to be? I don't mean you were at some party that your parents told you not to go to and were scared you were going to get caught. I mean have you ever (for example) wondered if you were given this role to play and maybe the Casting Director made a mistake; but you remember that when you were auditioning you were begging to get a part, no matter what it was. Like the ruler over some magical kingdom or the one who washes the rulers dishes. You didn't care at the time, but now that you are performing that part you have changed your mind. You wonder why you wanted that part in the first place, and figure that the Casting Direcot messed up BIG TIME because had YOU been someone like the ruler, the play would be about 58 times better than it already was. Yet in the back of your mind is the one thought that seems to constantly be pushing it's way towards the front for your undivided and uninterrupted attention. That thought was that the Casting Director didn't make a mistake at all. You know that He knows the business perfectly and must have seen some type of potential in you to even allow you to perform at all. Who knows...maybe he has some trick up His sleeve and the dishwasher will become the ruler over some other magical kingdom himself. Or maybe the ruler will find some power in himself to make his kingdom the happiest of all. But whether you get all the power or your hands are left in the grease contaminated water for the rest of your life, you just have to trust that the Director knows best  and all you can do is play your part the best you can knowing you are contributing your best despite any dwindling feeling of insignificance.

LoCkS aNd CiNdEr BlOcKs

Dictionary:
    Cornered: (v)- to be forced into an awkward or difficult position which escape is impossible.



In a glass box. On a different playing feild than everyone else. Friends standing close but still alone. Staring at everyone else living their lives, so free. Im weighed down by hidden thoughts and feelings. Like being bound by locks from ankles to wrists with dozens of cinder blocks. My mouth sealed shut with glue...trying to break my lips free, but know that if i allow myself to poen my mouth even the slightest bit, the consequence will be devastating. So my destiny by particial decision remains. Up walks a friend with a key to the locks, and to break my mouth free. He feels familiar, like an old friend, but i just consciencely met Him not too long ago. He offers to help. I can see He has been bound before too, but not by something as painless as locks and cinder blocks. Despite the fact that i know He has the answer, i step back and beg Him with my eyes to not unlock me. Although i want to be set free more than anything I'm terrified more than i have ever been before. The consequence seems too great. If i go free now and let myself find happiness, I become vulnerable for the weight to return, possibly worse than it is now. So i decline His much needed healing. So untrusting. He see's my fear and understands. He has felt it before too. He lowers the key and takes a seat next to me. He isn't going to leave or give up on me quite yet. He has been my protection beofre and will be forever. I feel slight comfort knowing He is there but nervous thinking He might grow impatient and leave, letting me stay here despite what loved ones have told me dozens of times.

So i remain in my glass box, bound from ankles to wrists by locks and cinder blocks. I remain watching everyone's lives go by with my hidden thoughts and feelings...so close to the surface.

BaD pOeTrY

The cat danced at midnight
while it purred throughout the day.
It asked for a coffee
but got apple juice instead.

Pages of a book
crinkled and wet
was thrown into a garbage can
but it got super confused

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.......yeah.
the end.

UnTiEd ShOeS aNd BrOkEn PeNcIlS

Everyone dreams of a perfect world. We all think about things we would change if we had a choice, whether it be the tiniest detail or something huge and dramatic. In mine...everytime i wake up in the morning there is a precious little bird in the tree outside of my window, singing his little heart out just for me. It is never a battle to get out of bed, because i have been given the promise that nothing will go wrong and it will be more than worth it to get up. Outside, the sun hits just right so the clouds turn into fire. School is an escape and not a segregation re-run. Everyone talks ffto everyone no matter who their best friend's sister's cousin's mom's dog's previous owner is. Shoes dont untie and pencil tips dont break. Lockers dont jam and doors dont slam, but close gracefully as if made of glass. Everyone is themself. There are no secrets, no lies, no walls, and no judgement because the previous dont exist. Everyone has a family like the Cosby's with perfect children, beautiful homes, and more than enough love to go around... and then some. We all have lamps with a genie but have more than just three wishes. There are no tears except those of pure joy, and are shed for all the world to see. Hugs are given freely so that no work is required in recieving one. They are the cure to everything, and have the ability to mend any internal broken seam. Love isnt a word that is terrifying to say but is more than willing to not only be contageous but infectious. My perfect world. Without blemish. But this wish is only woven and spun by the blind and ungrateful mind living in THIS world, for this may not be perfect or occupied by perfect people, but covered with scars of imperfection waiting in anticipation to be transformed into some extension of a perfect existence. Making a wish for someone else very much a reality.

DiReCt OrDeRs

Rock out like it's 1950 and you are with all of your firends at the local bowling alley and you just got 3 strikes in a row. Rock out like the only thing that you walk on all day is a red carpet. Rock out like you just got and A on a test when you didn't even crack a book. Rock out like you just won tickets to your favorite musician off of a radio talk show. Rock out like Whitney Houston. Rock out like Bobby Brown. Rock out like you are Whitney and you just got  a divorce from Bobby. Rock out like you are making millions to. Rock out like the answer was found to cure poverty all over the world and the multiple disease epidemics in Africa. Rock out like you just passed the person you are going to marry while you were walking down the street and they even winked at you. Rock out like Donald Trump just gave you a job cleaning up after his dog. Rock out like you are in your car and you are the only one on the road and your favorite song just came on the radio. Rock out like you somehow got into the middle of a tornado where its calm and quiet. Rock out like Christopher Columbus, like Benjamin Franklin, like Abraham Lincoln, like Martin Luther King Jr. still lived. Rock out like your life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness depended on it. Rock out like this is the last sunset you are ever going to see and you didn't want to waste a second of it. Rock out like you have just been blessed with a precious new member of the family. Rock out like that's exactly what you had to do in order to wake up the next morning. Rock out for your friends, family, and loved ones. Rock out for yourself. Whoever or whatever you are rocking out for..doesn't matter. just freakin ROCK OUT!

ShAkE tHe DuSt

This is for the preteens, for the wallflowers, for the dazed and confused.This is for the adventurous.This is for the hesitant. Shake the dust.This is for the honest and pure toddlers, for the balling babies, for the grouchy old men, for the out of control teens.This is for the mothers.Shake the dust.
This is for the emotionally abused. For the mailman, for the retired rockstar.
This is for the indifferent and for the ambitious. Shake the dust.This is for the least protected. This is for the little girl in her princess dress, for the roudy boy on his tricycle.This is for the vulnerable teenage girl and for the drug addicted teenage boy.Shake the dust.This is for the trapped.
This is for the kids stuck in a desk and dreaming og being anywhere else but here
This is for the criminal stuck behind bars, filled with regret.This is for the one in the corner and for the fly in the spider web. Shake the dust.

So grab this world by it's clothespins and shake it out again and again and jump ontop and take it for a spin and when you hop off shake it again, for this is yours.

I wAnT tO bE...

found                        genuine                lost            clear                   created                      
     
         seen                               serious               humiliated              deep                reached         crushed

foretold              loved                     right                       felt                    powerful                touching
     
             real                       confused                realized                   intoxicated              proud              simple                    paitent                loud                            bewildered          out of reach

           uncontrollable                     stubborn

           mild                 appreciative                      honored                    revered                     devoted

inclined             passionate                   tender                   abnoxious                     devout          classified

        

JuSt NeEdInG a LiTtLe TwEaKiNg

Do you ever wonder what makes a person who they are? Well I do...on a pretty regular basis.
Some say that its all in the genetics. Like when you were born, you came wired a certain way and there really isn't any changing it. Others say that you learn how to act when you are little and everything after that is strictly habbit and it doesn't matter. Well I disagree. Although we do learn things when we are little like table manners, how to be polite to strangers, and not to push any kid off of the swing on the playground, I think that what we do and who we are is up to us. We can change ourselves at any given moment. Like walking down the hallway at school and we do something that we just then realize we aren't exactly the biggest fans of. Its then and there in that specific spot that I decide to change it. It could seriously be ANYTHING. Large or small. There are hundreds and hundreds of things that I believe can we tweaked inside of us to create a more genuine, and real person... someone who can reach all of their potential and still make sure that they are doing everything that they can for others along the way. Screw genetics and screw habbit. Who I am is up to me and nobody else.

I'm ThInKinG aBoUt YoU

I'm thinking about you. I'm thinking about you like stars think about the sky. Like fish think about water. Like birds think about flying. I'm thinking about you like girlfriends think about diamonds. Like miners think about jewels. Like boyfriends think about the cost of diamonds. I'm thinking about you like husbands think about wives. Like mothers think about children. Like children think about teddy bears. I'm thinking about you like boxers think about gloves. Like hearts think about love. Like teenagers think about love. I'm thinking about you like books think about knowledge. Like graduates think about college. Like a potato wedge.

LoVe iS...

10.Love is creativity
9.Love is a hero
8.Love is a rope (hundreds of little stings all pulled together to creat something useful and strong
7.Love is a grand, new idea
6.Love is a simple thought
5.Love is a contradiction  (confusing to some..simple to others)
4.Love is a direction
3.Love is a single breath
2.Love is a giggle (sincere)
1.Love is a complex novel

INTRODUCTION

Hey:) My pen name is Alicia Keys. To me, she isn't just a talented singer, but an ideal role model of charity, confidence, intelligence, and sophistication. Despite her fame and fortune, she has been able to keep her sense of self and realize what is truely important.


This is an example of who i would like to be someday.

Writing is something new to me. Although I enjoy to write, I find that I am not as good of a writer as I would like to be. I would like to improve greatly on my writing ability because I do believe that writing is a great tool of expressing one's self. Words may just be words to some, but I believe that if channeled correctly they can be truley powerful. I'm not saying that I will one day write "I have a Dream" powerful or the words of Mother Teresa powerful, but maybe one day I will be able to write what really goes on in my mind and somehow give my audience the chance to feel the same power reading them as I feel writing them. It's a long shot..but maybe I will be able to do it...ONE DAY!