It Happened One Night

I really like movies.

A couple of months ago, I decided to look up the 1001 movies that everyone should see before they die.  Last night when I wanted to watch a movie I pulled out the list and randomly decided on It Happened One Night, from 1934.

It was a delightful black and white movie with a classic 1930s plot.

This morning I woke up and realized that It Happened One Night is the movie that Anna and her friends went to see in Anna and the French Kiss.

It is a delightfully plain and predictable book with a classic Teen-Romance plot.

It's about this girl (Anna) who goes to Paris for school.

And I started thinking, Kenna kind of sounds like Anna.

And I may not be in Paris, but I'm am in France.

Plus, not to stereotype the people I've met, but I've already met Dave - the kid in my French class who would rather be drinking; Amanda - the girl who for some reason keeps sending me dirty looks, even though I don't know her; Meredith - the nice girl who befriended me that first day; and St. Clair - that kid with amazing hair and a very attractive accent who speaks French.

Plus, while my French teacher is very nice, she did reprimand someone for talking in class once; not because they were talking over her, but because it wasn't in French.

You can see why it is now difficult for me to not automatically match people up with the character they fit.

Anyway, it doesn't really matter.  Because the more I thought about it and how well all of these people fit their character, I realized I am not Anna.

Unlike Anna, I'm actually happy to be here in France.  And while I may be just as socially awkward as Anna is, I like to pretend that I'm not as annoying or unintelligent as she is.

In other news, I haven't eaten since breakfast and I'm starving.

That's all.