Bande A Part (Band of Outsiders)

I discovered this movie last year, and I feel madly in love with it. There is a certain innocence to French movies, something so delicate and beautiful that it can't be matched.
This movie is no exception to that thought, a movie about two criminals who convince a naive girl to help them steal a large sum of money from a man in her building.
The film is filled with such poetic lines, that will leave you sighing, and a love triangle that is anything but predictable.
But don't take my word for it, go watch it yourself.

http://stagevu.com/video/cjsidnvhzvnr

I find a map and draw a straight line.

So right now my hair smells like vanilla extract, I baked today.
And I am suffering a serious bout of writers block, which is unfortunate because I have two pieces that are overdue to finish (no one else in the class has handed them in either but it would be a relief to get them off my to do list).

On another note, I recently discovered how to take the audio from youtube videos and convert them to mp3s to put on your ipod, this sort of made me a mad scientist as I converted like a maniac for a good hour or two.
My favourite of all these new experiments was the audio of a video of a beat poet named Big Poppa E.
Now my ex boyfriend originally introduced me to this remarkable writer/performer/bearded man a year or so ago and I'd favourited a bunch of his videos and completly forgotten about him. But in my converting frenzy I went back through my favourites and found a bunch of his poems and was...blown away, riveted, intrigued, excited, mind blown.

Two that are now on my ipod and that I will listen to in times of sadness or bouts of writers block (like the one I am currently in) are the ones listed below.
The first made me sob the first time I heard it, it filled me with the greatest sadness, but at the same time made me feel so alive.
The second made me realise how much I love to write.
1) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QILkjFe3LiY

2)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dN8hNQdD9WQ

These are random lines from a piece I wrote a while ago. A piece that borders on cliche but one that I'm too attached to right now to try and change, but who knows, even putting them like this I'm interested in the difference.

And we tried to navigate our way
between each raindrop,
but always found another just beyond it.

Hoping for clear skies
but down came the rain.

Mosquito bites covered our skin,
we connected the space between
each itchy dot
with our fingers.

Sunburnt and redfaced we crawled into bed.
In our dreams we were homeward bound,
finally dry.

I'm hoping that I lose this lack of inspiration. I'll just read some Leonard Cohen and watch Amelie and maybe I can stir something up.

Goodnight reader.