I've found out that I'm not too good at this whole blogging thing. My apologies, haha, it's just been so overwhelming here, but in a good way!

So far I've walked the red carpet three times...three times!!! I've seen around five celebrities or so which was pretty cool. Seeing all of these people go crazy over them made me feel kinda sad for them though. It must be hard not being able to have a private life like the rest of us. Granted that stars know what they're getting into sometimes, but to have to sacrifice so much for the ultimate success doing what you love is a tough deal to make.

I've also been able to go to several parties here...I'll just say that they were awesome.

Things are winding down here at the festival now. It ends Sunday, but most people have made their ways home. I think I'm going to head out for Italy on Sunday. The second chapter of this voyage is almost finished. It's still surreal!

Next up: Italy.

So, how to begin my third post...

I found out what my specific job at the festival is: I'm working with a program called the Producer's Network in the Marché du Film (the Film Market) of le Festival du Film a Cannes. It's set up for new producers to the industry or those who want to expand their knowledge or exposure to meet each other and experts in the field to grow their enterprises. I'm working a bunch of Happy Hours for them so I'm gonna get to hang out with a bunch of wealthy film producers while they have a drink and talk about films. Not bad, huh?

I also get to work in the Documentary Corner; it's where filmmakers with documentaries go to showcase their films and market them to funders. The whole concept of the Marché du Film is to help those with ideas or developing projects find partners to fund their films, essentially. It makes a little more sense now why they call it a market. That had been throwing me off for a long time, haha.

I finally met Richard Patry; he's the guy who along with my french professor got me this internship. I owe them both more than I can ever repay. But he's trying to get us all tickets to one of the premiers this week. I'll actually get to walk the red carpet...ooh la la haha.

I've gotta find a way to make some business cards or something to hand out to people, because I want to be ready if opportunity strikes with a big-time film producer. Regardless if I leave with direct contacts to a film project (which is unlikely but would still be FREAKIN AWESOME!) it's cool that I'm going to have some references in the field, and reputable ones at that. I mean...I'm working at the Cannes Film Festival! I still can't believe that I can say that. Today I was legitimately speechless after leaving Richard's office because I couldn't believe that all this was really happening.

Maybe one day I'll look back at this as the start of it all, but for now I'm just trying to soak it all in.

(I forgot to post this for some reason, haha.)

I don't even know how to begin this post. I've been so caught up doing all of the things I wanted to write about to take the time to actually write about them haha. I've spent the last few nights on the lawn of the Eiffel Tower drinking wine and eating baguettes with cheese. Last night some random French people joined my friends, and we sat and talked for HOURS! It was that moment when it really sunk in that I was in Paris speaking French and having the most awesome experience of my life. Tomorrow, the Parisian experience is over, though. It's crazy that these friends whom I'm not gonna see for who knows how long were only strangers five days ago. It's already been the time of my life, and I haven't even started the internship!

Holy crap, I leave for Cannes tomorrow! This is really happening!

I still just can't believe that this is all real. I feel like I'm living in someone else's life.

Je suis en Paris! C'est vraiment incroyable. The flight wasn't bad at all. I actually got to watch The Artist on the plane-it was pretty great. Navigating Charles de Gaulle was challenging; that was my first reminder that I was really on my own, in another country, relying solely on myself. I eventually figured out what train I needed to board to get to the part of the city where my hostel was. It's an apartment building with a SWEET view (Notre Dame, the Eiffel Tower, and plenty of other landmarks are staring right at me.) I was originally planted in a room with five other travelers: an Australian, three Canadians, and a Scot. They're great people; we spent hours just getting to know each other, listening to each other's music, and talking about international differences. Then I got moved to another room, a few stories up.

The move had its trade-offs. I don't know these people very well yet; they're all a bit older, maybe 25 or so. The aforementioned view is part of this room though. Major setback: one guy snores...pretty loudly. Everybody knows how I feel about snoring. It'll be fine, though. I am not going to have such a petty complaint when I'm staying in one of the most beautiful cities in the world.

This is really happening! This experience is REAL!

Today, I might go to the Parisian Catacombs with some of my hostel mates. Tomorrow, maybe go to Normandy to visit the guy who pretty much got me here to begin with. If that doesn't work out, then I'm just going to spend the day at the Louvre.

I'll try to update this as much as I can. There's just so much to say, but the time to write it takes away from the time to get more stories, haha. But for now I'll close my first post and go spend some time in the City of Lights.