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life is weird.. namely goodwills, stomach aches, old shoes and freaks. michel gondry's la lettre is so small, beautiful, and makes complete sense. it has been a year since i found la planète sauvage.. maybe tomorrow i will stop by cinefile and find something else by rené laloux, i hope. it's weird because there's paint peeling from the inside of these bargain priced shoes i bought today, and i am so famished but nothing will make that go away, and my head hurts from that, and i lost my taste buds, but i guess tomorrow will be okay, right? because it's closed campus and ffc and i really, really hope that i can get out of this weird hole and start liking more things. i had a dream that my teeth were chipped and falling out and everyone was blaming me, and i carried my teeth in my hand and tried to hide it, and tried not to smile, but it was useless. and i tried putting them back, and it worked sometimes, but they fell out again and i smiled in the mirror and only saw bits of white left, how weird.