Aujourd'hui, c'est le 23 février.

There are way too many varieties of Coca Cola. Just saying.

Aujourd'hui, c'est le 11 février.

Last Saturday, I saw Blue Valentine.

Brilliant. Enough said.

Tonight I saw 127 Hours, and truth be told, I have no freaking clue what I think of this movie.

Does James Franco deserve an Oscar? Without a doubt.

Did the movie blow my mind? Not that I'm aware of. 

The only thing I know for sure is I will be fleety for the next few days.

Next thing I want to see, although I have no idea when it releases, it Biutiful.

Aujourd'hui, c'est le 7 février.

Today, although not extraordinary, was a day that I'd been longing for for a while. Everything seemed to fall right into place leaving a light at the end of the tunnel. Truth be told, I'm not sure why today was so healing, but I know I spent a good chunk of it reminiscing on things I'll never forget.

-The time my grandma hacked a snake into pieces nonchalantly as she continued her phone conversation.
-Sitting on papa's lap listening to his war stories.
-A random Romanian man who gave me the inspiration for language at Books a Million.
-In preschool when some snot-nosed brat tried to steal my man ha.
-My first stationary show.
-My grandma's reaction to the first note I wrote her in Spanish.

Aujourd'hui, c'est le 1 février.

Seriously one of the best quotes I've heard in a long time. Which prompts me to think about my standards and qualifications for 'a man.' Perfection doesn't exist. People's flaws are what create the allusion of perfection and that's perfectly okay. Besides, people on magazines aren't even the people on magazines. </rant> I needed that. What a wake up call.