A love that would look and sound just like a movie

I'm a closet romantic. I turn my nose up at any film these days involving couples that isn't to do with breakdowns or tragedies and I turn my nose up at couples in general which makes me a hypocrite considering how very cliché some of my relationships were. But I have a soft spot for classics and starlets and the special way eyes shine in black and white films. The Audrey Hepburn week on Sky a while back was just magic for me. Do you know how many of her films involve her going to Paris for some reason? It's a lot. It made me wish I could afford more dvds. Pierrot le Fou is stagnant at £8 everywhere I look and every time I remember I want it it's a bad week for buying things. Good thing is, my classes this year are all in the afternoon so I'll save on the having to eat and I can spend more money in Fopp. I always wished I could have been fluent in French. I tried and I studied and I practiced but somehow I went from being able to string paragraphs together with irritating ease to tripping over the present tense. I think possibly I was blessed with the ability to learn, pass exams, forget. More room for new things?

Anyway I was watching Sabrina because I made an omelette and there's a scene where she cracks eggs. In Paris. Ooh let's be annoying and put a youtube video in here. I've never done that before. It's not a great film but it was the first scene that made me pay attention and it's just so ridiculous in a way I only tolerate in films like these. I think that maybe I feel like falling in love. It's been a while and the last one proved so very disappointing when it turned out he was a bore. And the existence of his arse was doubtful. Really I think it's because my feet were cold and these socks have ribbons. Makes me girly. Anyway watch as Audrey Hepburn tries to kill herself! Hell, I'd gas myself too if Humphrey Bogart was going to carry me like that.