The Story of a Murderer

Perfume is one of my favorite movies. Over the past year or so, I have been looking for a copy to get my hands on but could never seem to find until today. There was only one copy available, hahaha. And so naturally, since it has been a while since I've seen it, I watched it again.

Oh my GOD. Beautiful. I mean, the story is amazingly unique, the cinematography is gorgeous, the score is exquisite, and the actors are phenomenal. What more could I possibly ask for? I've been sighing in contentment for the past twenty minutes. And... having a renewed interest in going to see an orchestra or the opera, as well? Right now I feel like I want to buy the soundtrack, but that's rather silly--I'd want to sing along with those sopranos, and can I? Hardly. Besides, it's mostly creepy horror opera music, which is awesome, but not something you listen to on a daily basis. Like Paramore, for example.

Besides that, I went shopping for Christmas gifts today. I found a lovely bunch of stuff for my mom and my step dad. I spent a lot. For some reason, I don't really care. It must be that holiday spirit.

No. It's not.

What's the deal?

I suppose that it's customary to convey some sort of giddy drawl about Thanksgiving day, but let's be honest here. Society doesn't care about the day itself. Have you looked at what's showing on television today? Christmas movies. True story. There are absolutely no Thanksgiving movies playing whatsoever.

Nothing particularly special is going on today for me. I'm just home with my mom and step dad and we're going to have some obscure dinner involving seafood in soup. Mind, I despise seafood, my mother knows this, and yet she makes the thing. Wonderful.

Even though we're not doing anything special and we don't have company, I for some reason felt compelled to doll myself up. Not in the sense of sparkling glittery diva fashionism, but just to look generally nice. I don't wear make-up, you see. I don't really see the point to. Anyway, I intend to take some pictures with the family, although I'm not sure they are willing to participate. I'll just have to make them.

Oh, and I'm just saying this because I can't stop listening to it, the new song by Paramore called "Decode" is freaking amazing. It's so awesome I ought to just collapse from sweetawesomeness radiation. Not even joking.

All to no avail.

I went out with some friends to see Bolt. Yeah, it's a kid movie, but who cares. Those always have the best stories. I'm pretty much sick of seeing those dumbass movies with just tons of sex and violence--the ones where I can actually feel my IQ dropping. Anyway, it was pretty cute. Makes sense that they were all friends from work. It seems like I hardly have any other friends out there besides.

There's a stop light at the intersection of where I work at that I swear hates my guts. Twice now, it has skipped me in my turn to go, several rotations around. I had even come to predict which set of cars would go next besides me, and got it right. That's pretty messed up. I am going to torch that stop light some day. Maybe it'll be one of my death bed wishes and my old and withered husband will help wheel me out to the intersection so I could, and then I could die happy.

That's just not right.

I am monumentally disappointed in the Twilight movie. It freakin' sucked like how Edward sucked the venom out of Bella's system. While I am a fan of the books, this movie was absolutely terrible.

For one thing, Robert Pattinson is a terrible actor. I read an interview with him talking about the movie before it came out today, and he was saying how he'll actually have to try for this movie because he's got to fake an American accent. He's so arrogant. And you know what? I DON'T FIND HIM ATTRACTIVE. At all. Seriously.

Secondly, most of the people in the theater, including myself, were snorting at the serious parts of the movie because it was just so melodramatic, cheesy, lame, and awkward. Especially in the cases where Rob is trying to do a serious face, because he looks so ridiculous when he's trying to fake facial expressions.

Thirdly, they did not stick to the story, and that always irritates me. Period.

Aside from that irritation, I'm still jubilant over the fact that my brother is staying for the weekend. I'll have to sneak him out of the house at some point to go catch a movie or some such nonsense.

"We're all mad here."

I'm feeling rather confident about my chemistry midterm today. I ended up being the second person to leave, with about twenty five minutes left to take it. Given, the last two exams I also felt I did fairly well and ended up not doing so well at all, so I musn't give up my hopes again. That's one of the things that I just can't take: having my hopes given up. If you want sound advice for how to get along with me, that's never to give my hopes up. I hold a grudge for that much longer than the usual overnight.

Now all I have to worry about are two math midterms on the same day, with an extended work day the night before, going up until 11:00 pm. And yes, thanks for asking, I do hate them for it. I'd prefer to have sleep the night before exams, but, pardon me, I suppose that's just too much to ask for.

I've got Twilight plans for tomorrow. Turns out only the one friend and I are going together, which is okay with me. We're going to revist our old elementary school and hang out with our old sixth grade teacher once all the kiddies have gone home. Only now, he's a second grade teacher and tends to make fun of his students in their absence. It's actually really funny. He's still one of my favorite teachers out of all the teachers I have had in my entire lifetime. That's sure something, isn't it? He was more like a friend. I mean, he even let me fix his hair into a bunch of tiny rubber-banded spikes. How awesome is that?

Well, since I just got back from a good 8.5 hour day of schooling, I'm done with that for the day. I've taken up the rather odd interest in revisiting my Disney movie memories, like rewatching Sleeping Beauty and Alice in Wonderland. It's a really odd feeling, realizing how idiotic I was when I was younger. I didn't realize how extravagantly quickly Aurora and Phillip managed to start cuddling up in daydreams of marriage on their very first sighting of each other or how the whole movie spans just one day. It's really quite silly. Anyway, I'm going to watch Beauty and the Beast, now. Toodles.

Excellent.

After getting my paycheck on Friday, my financial aid loans in the mail, and the money from my CD back into my checking account, I've got a heck of a lot of money on me. And it just happens to be nearing the holiday season. No, that's not a good thing. Because now I don't have any reason not to get everyone nice gifts. I don't like it. I'm a naturally selfish person and feel like I need all of the money that I do have. I'm sure I will, even if not now. I want to get a car that actually works some day, you know?

Anyways. With all of this money I've got, I'm feeling tempted to spend it on things like movies, music, and clothes. I've had my eye on a few shirts online. The one here is my favorite. Oh, yes. It is most good.

On another more random note, I was confronted the other day by a coworker that I must have been a gun-slinger in a past life because of the way that I walk. All I have to respond with is this:
Wicked.

Oh, the anticipation.

New blog. No big deal.

Apparently there was a leak of the Midnight Sun manuscript. Stephenie Meyer decided to post up her own very unpolished version online so her fans wouldn't stoop so low as to go searching for these illegal versions of Edward's point of view of Twilight. I believe it is unfinished as of yet, but if you really, really want to read it, as I do, here is an easy link:

Midnight Sun Online Manuscript

Exciting, no? You just want to lose sleep over it, do you not?