When I was sixteen (which, just fyi, was no more than three years ago. Putting that in context: that’s the same amount of time since Avatar (2009) came out. Yeah, I’m not kidding) I was wishing for the same things that Samantha Baker was wishing for. I guess I am still wishing for Prince Charming to discover how funny and sweet and clever and pretty I am. Or for me to find (and recognize, a very essential phase in the process) my Prince Charming and pursue him. It is not a major goal though, and I had some other wishes that Samantha would maybe have never dreamed of.
At sixteen, I was just doing well in high school, going to class every day, with not really any clue of what would come after. I had a mild interest in film, and I was honestly bummed out when the bi-annual school-organized film festival was cancelled. I didn’t have band posters on my ceiling, I had film posters. Those were probably already some indicators that film would become a major interest for me.
That interest spawned this blog about film. Yes, I am keeping a blog. Me. I have kept several diaries and journals throughout my life (my younger brother once gave me one for my fifteenth birthday (I think it was my fifteenth, at least. See how I’m being honest here and not distorting any facts to fit the story? Keep that in mind when I’m a big film reviewer: you can trust me!) which had Jack Sparrow on the cover), but none has ever come past the eight-entries-mark (only after I wrote this sentence, did I check my current number of posts). And here I am now, writing my ninth post for this blog (sure, it fits with the story, but I promise you that’s purely coincidental. Still trustworthy over here!).
I think that says something. I really hope it does. I’m still going to class every day I have class, and I am still doing well in school. I still don’t really have many clues as to what will come after this. But, for as far as I can see, it will be related to film. And feeling as sure about that as I do, is already a wish come true.