i just watched amelie for the 5th time. this time [since i was watching it on dvd] i got to watch all of the bonus bits. and it made me think about how i never used to be this interested in film. he was the one who truly inspired me to think about getting into film at some point. i think about him all of the time and i just wish that i knew that he was thinking about me once in awhile. the days tick by and i try not to pick up the phone and see how he's doing. i succeed, but it's not a cheerful sort of success.
i used to have a diaryland and this used to be there, but i decided to move all of my entries here.