February

         The Man In The Moon

   nineteen ninety one

Dreamers who wish to run through long expanses of mustard fields, who on sauntering summer days run through shutter doors to the neighbours pond, to meet the sparkling boy of the sun. For such dreamers, the man in the moon, is calling. I had ventured, and what I had found was the grand warmth that seemingly only lives inside Louisiana farmhouses . I found the unfathomable desire of finding summers extended arm of love, a valley of firsts. A first Kiss. Under the big oak, a field from home, seated upon the pecking grasses, are the two young lovers, and in her do I see myself?

     

March

Lady Bird

twenty seventeen

Perhaps in a few years I will. I will parade around in plaid skirt, like a free bird , and remember what it was like to be seventeen , on the brink of growing older. Maybe one day I’ll find a picture of me and my theatre friends the Friday night following the last production of -, smiling in a booth forgetting for a few moments that we have school tomorrow, and that we are all likely failing our classes.Perhaps i’ll become free, experience things I had only read in books , find friends I will never forget , or perhaps meet the love of my life. Maybe one day I will truly live.But maybe for now , these are all uncertainties that excite or enliven me , maybe’s for another time . Maybe just like lady bird I already am that free bird , maybe the only way to find out where I go and who I am , is to continue flying.

 

Schindler’s List

December 25

nineteen ninety three

Somethings are so tragically beautiful that they leave eyes like mine in prolonged awe. For some things , though we only  ever truly encountered them months ago , can float back into our lives , smoothly like the notes of a wind chime calmly swaying outside. One moment , one time,a  pull on the strings of a violin  and it is as if I am re watching the film , reliving a moments past. I can see the girl in the red dress, the black sodden buildings , the smoke and the  sunken eyes. Everything comes back . I am brought back to solemn  remembrance.

 

April

Mamma Mia

two-thousand and eight

I am a sucker for summer, I always have been. In fact if you ever hear me say that I hate summer just know that I am lying. I love summer so much because there are birds outside that chirp endlessly and flowers that bloom beautifully, and music seems to carry in the wind, fluttering on right by. And weddings are in endless engagement. This summer i watched my neighbor have possible wedding in their backyard and I thought how grand to have family right there with you in you backyard celebrating a most endearing celebration of love. Before i could even seem to realize it I was obsessed, not with my newly wed neighbors, but with the idea of marriage. This whole year has been a series of figuring out the wedding I want. Though you may find me overzealous and too early. I know that I want that day to be perfect and i must start planning it now. Up until march I was sure I  would have a winter wedding in castle. That was so until I re-watched Mamma Mia for the trillionth time. Realizing that summer is such a perfect season, That a white gown seems to bloom like a Cordelia in a field of sunflowers in summer. That the heat and the buzzing bees are all fluttering memoirs of the best days of the year. That I am in love with summer and I hadn’t even realized it yet.

Under The Tuscan Sun

two thousand and three

The disturbing thing about being in love with summer is that I look for it now in everything I see. I was attempting to watch this indie film , however like the whirlwind mess that I am I was all to depressed. Though I love London and never ending rain , I had a dire craving for  summer.  and I had to go back into my books of films and I was reminded of Italy. AND THEN I WAS IMMEDIATELY REMINDED OF CALL ME BY YOUR NAME AND THAT WAS A ROAD TOO TRAVELED AND I COULDN’T JUST so I had to pick under the Tuscan sun because Tuscany has wines that I can’t drink and trees and cottages I love and most of all it is sprawled  with everything summer. Warm days, gelato , and gardens with lavender, oh and summer love. How could I forget summer love!

May

Easy A

two thousand and ten

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I love Olive Penderghast. I quite simply want to be her. She is the epitome of summer in an odd way. I know I sound obsessed and its not because the film is shot in California where it is always summer. It is simply because Easy A is the kind of movie you watch that makes you want to be  a high school kid with problems, not only because she ends sup with Penn Badgley in the end because that is a whole other story that will be addressed later on, but because it makes being a teenage girl sound fun and interesting. Easy A starts out with your usual,” i’m a teenage girl who is never noticed and no one loves me .”spiel. Except we meet Olives parents who are totally cool with swear words that start with t. And also because olive is totally amazing and smart and funny and a replica of Emma Stone in real life. The story goes on to show us that Olive  goes on to be known as the school hartlett, by choice as she convinces everyone that she does things that she actually has never done. The real turning in the movie that I LOVED ESPECIALLY SINCE PENN BADGLEY ACTUALLY ASKS TO KISS HER LIKE A GENTLEMAN occurs after Olive realizes her wrongdoings and that she doesn’t like being known as a hartlett. She unties her knot of lies and ends up meeting her 80’s PENN BADGLEY ON LAWNMOWER HOLDING A STEREO PLAYING A HIT FROM THE 80’S BEFORE THEY GO AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER! I love this movie it’s all kinds of fun and PENN BADGLEY and it screams romance which are all things I love. So if you see me at school soon I might just be Olive Penderghast.

 

June

The Spectacular now

twenty thirteen

I love somethings so much, that hearing people say that they hate them hurts me , and I mean physically hurts me .  This movie is one of those things, I don’t seem to know exactly why. There is this whole idea that regret is the biggest fear a human can have. If i said this idea didn’t scare , well then I would have committed sin for lying.