I would begin this post with, “Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, I’ve been very busy” which is entirely true. However, that’s simply the generic post for people who really haven’t posted in a week because don’t have anything to say, not because they’ve been busy. Yesterday I watched one of the best movies I’ve ever seen (quite possible better than some of my favorite Miyazaki movies). The conclusion of the film festival was yesterday, and with a great choice for an ending, Dancer in the Dark was shown. That was the most depressing movie I’ve ever watched - I was practically silent for the rest of the night. It really made you just stop and shut up at the end of it. It was like everything you thought was important before - Apple’s switch to Intel, stores closing early on Sunday, the Backstreet Boys - float out of your mind. Of course, then I had a musical dream in which Björk and I were singing in my school’s guidance office.

I do have a legitimate reason for not posting for the next week and a half though. I’m going to New York with our French Friends so we can talk French, go on tours in French, maybe in we try hard enough, be a bit more like them. Of course, they’re much better at speaking English then we are at speaking French, so the division of languages will probably we unfairly tuned to English. Ah, Manhattan. In the middle of summer. In Manhattan.

Well, I must part now to go to a sudden matter involving a surprise outing in Dunlora and a spot of water. Toodles,

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you have made me soooooo happy. i weep for selma, but i cheer for you.

It is a movie that requires a second viewing to really have it set in, I think. I didn’t notice some things the first time around that I noticed at the DFF, like the bit of foreshadowing that goes on in the beginning. I really can’t find anything to say about it other than that it was amazing and most definitely the best movie I’ve ever seen, bearing in mind that I’ve seen hardly any movies at all

I just saw the scariest thing ever. A Manhattan Street Clown, off duty, buying pretzels. Oh, and he was about 45. Eww, I’m looking out my window and I can see Bow Wow’s face grimacing at me.

Goodness, that’s violent. I’m sorry.