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Marion Cotillard

Loved her in La Vie En Rose and Midnight In Paris.

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I want to learn French.

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Don't you wish you were sitting in that box? 

Oh the thoughts that'd be running through my mind (not suicidal)!

I haven't seen a good movie in a while until tonight. 

Midnight in Paris was so good in so many ways. The cast, story, dialogue, costume design, and setting was perfect. 

I love it when I see a good movie–one that I get excited about the day it'll be out on dvd, which is rare! 

Thanks Woody Allen for making a film that made my night.

And Sonia Grande for the costume design–the outfits were beautiful.

And Adrien Brody made the film that much more great. 

DALI!

         I am so happy to have my sister back, although I'm sure she'd rather be spending a couple more 

         days in Europe–I missed her so much! These are some sweet trinkets she brought back. These 

         Bueno chocolate, waffle-like candy bars are so good–never had anything like it.

  
         So I've been thinking...

         Is it weird that I have these mind battles that serve no purpose besides making myself think 

         and question a lot of the stuff around me that I know I should feel certain of? One thought will

         shoot a question, then the other fires back with a scenario, and on and on it goes. Then suddenly 

         I throw a grenade at all those thoughts to bring some peace of mind and whip out a magazine
         because I feel like it'll get my mind off the serious stuff and on to some fun stuff–which won't last    
         very long. Five minutes later I'm sitting on my chair, subconsciously staring at whatever is in front
         of me, drinking my soy latte with absolutely no thought besides–wow this soy latte is good.
         Then random stories pop into my head. Ones that I like, which is probably why they find a way to
         loom back in to my mind when least expected.

Like this one:

        My dad went to the grocery store (alone) to buy something. Let's just say it was tape even though 

        it probably wasn't–I just need an object to name because I don't remember what it is that he bought. 

        He walks to the express line. He's next in line and steps forward to purchase his tape, but sees the 

        cashier walk away from the register without a single word. My dad is a patient man so he waits,

        with not a single clue where she went, but assumes she had good reason to briefly leave. There's 

        about six people behind my dad. Everyone waits. The lady comes back with a folder and begins  

        flipping through it, murmuring to herself. My dad sees that its a coupon book. She finds the coupon 

        she was looking for, takes it out of the sleeve, and cuts it. This is all happening while six different 

        customers are in line. She still doesn't say a single word to my dad. She then proceeds to scan the 

        coupon. The coupon she scans doesn't seem to change the price of the tape. 

        Now, what was happening was that my dad's tape was on sale, and the cashier remembered there 

        was a coupon for that tape. So she went to get the coupon for my dad in the hopes that he could 

        save an extra $2.00, even though the sale price had already been accounted for when she scanned 

        the item. The fact that she took the time to grab the folder, skim through it, and cut the coupon out 

        just so a customer can save $2.00 more while there're waiting customers was beyond sweet. My 

        dad was extremely taken back by what had happened. Most people could care less but she cared. 

        Genuine people like her make me smile. I would have liked to know what her name was, but 

        unfortunately my dad didn't read her name tag because he was probably still processing what 

        just happened. He sincerely said "thank you" and walked away.

        I know this may not have struck a chord with you as it did with me, but little gestures like that make

        up for a large percentage of the bad in this world I see, hear, and read. To know there are good  

        people is priceless.

DO GOOD, FEEL GOOD.

I like the word quaint.

Been setting my pandora radio under Billie Holiday non–stop. 

I turn the volume low just to make me feel like it's playing on a record player in some far off distance, maybe another room, while I do what I do.

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