In Front of Faith and Film

I'm standing here at the podium, at 7 36 waiting to start Amelie and there are about 20 or so people here, also waiting to start Amelie. The coffee/cider is on its way. It's Friday evening, everyone seems excited to be with each other, talking about fun things and other fun people. Everyone looks really good in their cold weather garb, having had shed one layer from the snow and wind outside. Where's Piper? Where's Jeremy? Has Poppa Lief come to any films this semester? Where are the Hulsts? They're on the email list, I know.
On the Radio, Regina Spektor is about to end... and I decided to start the film after this song.
Discuss film? End and simply go live life? Why should we stay inside to talk about living life? About falling in life with life? Who knows what will happen...
Field Below is a good song too... ... ... after this song, I'll start. They're going around each other, making sure they touch base with everybody here... Mark and Laura just started singing... other things they say, to each other, random little bits of questions, short giggles, slurred words. I think I may become an alcoholic (joke).
For that matter, if anyone was weirded out by the Guster post, No, I did not write that out of experience. Older brother Paul, I did not, and do not, sleep with girls. I wake up alone and, well, that's funny that you thought that.
What should I do after this? I want to take some photos, but I think my models are out of commission. A lot of people have been out of commission lately. I want to get out of Sioux Center to read. Oh shit. No, I can't. I can't. I'm meeting about shooting in Omaha after this. At the Bean. Yep. That's what I'm doing. I'm doing it. That's what I'm doing. And that will take some time.
Are there any drummers out there? I want to start playing music on a semi-regular basis again. I know I could ask Voss and I know he'd be enthusiastic about it, but I wonder if we would. Maybe after figuring out film nonsense, I'll just play guitar... or do some more photo research... or... bake something? I hope Amelie inspires me, I hope it wakes me up. 'Cause I may fall asleep...
OK, these people are starting to sound incredulous and dramatic. The song is ending. Here we go.

Shit. We have to listen to this song too! Hotel Song.
Love you.