I can't believe I didnt bring Lost in Translation with me to France.

I could and have watched this movie a billion times with billions of people. I feel like it has a different effect on everyone and I love sensing what they are feeling.

first time I watched it was with my friend Connor a long long time ago. sometimes I miss discussing deep and troubling subjects with him and being obsessed with intellect. I haven't read a good book in a long time and I've lately been craving to re read a lot of my favorite books like I often do instead of looking for new favorites. I do the same thing with movies- I watch them over and over because I trust I'll love them just as much as always.

I think I'm going to make an escape from Boredom.

last night I escaped from the phosphorescent dungeon of music and walked home, alone, without music and my eyes soaked in all the wetness of the night. It hardly ever stops the drizzle here in dijon and last night the sidewalks were glistening like ice. 

I love quiet as much as I love noise and there is always buzzing around anyways. 

Anyhow, I am hosting internal parties. All my organs are taking part and my heart is beating to whatever noise is happening and my limbs are all coherent. 

Today I asked a moral question to a friend who answered to me in the way I would have done it, despite her saying that I have "loose morals" and she is "a very conservative priest"

it made me feel better that i'm not a complete and total asshole, although my constant laughter at people may suggest otherwise. I am good as a fawn, I just laugh on the inside, a lot. I've got no one to share those horrible tidbits with. I miss real people.

I frequently forget about the line between fantasy and reality

I long to escape my own realities and the border lines between countries, even oceans do not do. I wish I had lived a long time ago as an adventurer, discovering the ancient tribes of the Amazon or the secrets of the world that lay undiscovered for so long. Technology has ruined everything and there is a lack of imagination in people nowadays that saddens me. 

Sometimes I truly believe I coax good things out of people- good emotions, thoughts, provocations etc. I think too much for my own good and never enough about things I should.

I feel like I lead this voyage of 'self discovery' for people, and maybe I am just being full of it. 

Whatever IT is, because frankly I am full of things. 

I feel incredibly frusturated and I have no outlet. 

Fleetwood Mac is one of the most soothing bands I can remember

My parents were too young to like a lot of the music I like and who knows where I even figured the whole music thing out in my life

but I remember as a little girl LOVING Stevie Nicks with her long flowing "witchy gypsy hair"

I always wanted to look like her! Alas, We are exact opposites.

the execution of Queen Anne Boleyn of England did take place on friday may 18th 1536.

HOWEVER-

There was no audience as a sign of respect from the King Henry VIII who also ordered a french executioner as a last sign of pity and a last respect of his love towards her.

Damn anyone who portrays it otherwise.

I often find myself absolutely SHOCKED by the lack of actual historical detail found within books, movies and tv shows. I think its absolutely disgusting that they take well known easily researched facts, throw them to the back and decide that a 16th century English wedding looks exactly like a wedding today!

Its extremely frustrating to be able to so easily identify these little details that are completely incorrect. This is not a book adaptation, this is history- something that is studied as a point of interest by many people.  

UGH. This is what makes a big difference from good and bad productions.