Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

Movie Review!!!

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

I'm going to attempt to write about this movie without totally ruining it.

Perfume is the story of a man with an extraordinary ability. He has a very heightened sense of smell. Don't worry, you find that out right in the beginning.

The main plot is the story of this man as he embarks on his quest to make the ultimate perfume, but it comes at a high cost to the people of the city that he is staying in.

This is a very original story. Never seen anything like it before. It's a tad long, but it's worth it. Plus, the main actor, Ben Whishaw does an awesome job at protraying this character. He has very little dialogue, but he does an amazing job of using facial expression to convey what he wants, how he's feeling and what he's about to do.

This movie also stars Dustin Hoffman and Alan Rickman, who do an awesome job in their roles as well.

I definatly suggest this movie to anyone. It hovers on the edge of several genres, a little horror, a little action, suspense, and slight romance. Do it.

Charge for Necessities?

I went to Panara Bread this morning to get a bagel and coffee before the dentist (ha), and I saw an interesting sign on their cash registers.

Apparently in Michigan, it is now the law that any place that sells food and prepares food that is serves with knives, spoons, forks or NAPKINS must be taxed for. I asked the woman about it, because I was curious. Her attitude made me think that she thought this new tax was really stupid. She said that people will read that sign, and say "Well then I don't want any utensils!" Her quote "It's just the fact that we HAVE them."

She also blamed it on Granholm, which I laughed about.

I tried googling for a website with more information, and didn't get any immediate results. I'm also feeling really lazy tonight, so I didn't feel like searching further.

Are we really that poor here in Michigan? Oy. Time to move away?

Later.

Cartwheels and Urgent Care

I spent a good day with two of my best friends, Gert and Lisa today. We got food at a local restaurant in Brighton called the Yum Yum Tree, and after my chiropractor appointment, we hung out for the day playing scrabble and badminton (yeah, we're classy). Anyway, later on during the day, after trying to decide what to do, we tried to teach Lisa how to do cartwheels.

Unfortunately during the teaching process, Lisa rolled her ankle weirdly and we heard it crack, and she was down. She rolled on the ground a little, holding her ankle. At first, Gert and I thought she was faking, but she wasn't. So we got her some ice and a chair, and quickly decided she needed to go to urgent care. We took her there and got her in. Luckily, she only sprained it, but still. Cartwheeling? I guess there are worse ways to sprain an ankle, but I can't think of any right now.

There was a really rude woman there, who apparently hated her life or something. She was complaining very loudly about having to put a splint on Lisa's ankle.

Now I understand that we got there pretty close to their closing time, but I feel like if you work in the doctor, health sort of career, you should WANT to help people who are hurt or sick. It's what you're supposed to love to do. Now, sure I hated when people would go to jimmy johns right before we were ready to close, but I hated that job and it's NOT what I want to do. I feel that there is indeed a difference. I could be wrong I suppose. Don't know. Either way, Gert and I were offended listening to this woman bitch about these things, and I left the Urgent Care feeling a pretty annoyed.

Later.

Update on Life

I haven't written anything in over a year. Go me. I think sometimes I just don't even know what to blog about. Some people are really specialized or really into one particular thing, and I have a wide variety of interests, none of which I am totally into enough to be an expert or anything close to it.

So I guess that's why this blog is so random.

But I like to write, so that's why my blog isn't a picture I stole from somewhere, and a random quote by someone else, not me. Those blogs are.... less than stellar.

My classes for the summer semester finally ended, so I'm chilling at my parents house right now, getting some time away from Kalamazoo and everything there. This semester really wore me out, but the class is over now, so everything is better.

I have a lot I wanna get done during my next three weeks before the fall (AND MY FINAL) semester starts.

Lots of crochet projects, lots of books, lots of movies- all need to be done, read and watched.

Also, hopefully an interview coming up soon for a job as a Master Control Operator at Public Media Network (where I am currently interning). Keeping my fingers crossed.

As for my love life, which currently does not exist, is dull. Still waiting for that one guy that can deal with me. Le sigh. But I don't wanna get into that right now.

Later for now.

I have it figured out...

Global Warming. I'm not here to dispute wether or not it's real or actually happening.

Yeah, the earth heats up a little every year. It's a fact of life. The sun warms the earth. And the other fact of life is that there is an increase in CO2. I mean, look at how many fricken cars are on this planet!

Anyway, I know how to fix our problem. It may not help right away, but it could eventually, as long as every person on Earth is committed to the plan.

Plant trees. Plant lots of trees. Plant trees in every avaliable space. Don't cut them down. Stop building more houses. Just plant more trees. Trees like CO2, right? Duh.

So plant trees, stop building, and just let the world go on. Oh geez.

We're all a little bit crazy

A sudden realization came upon me today while I was driving to my boyfriend's. I was listening to a local country station and the DJ said something about how people at work today are just starting to now care anymore because it's Friday, and it's finally the weekend.

Americans... and people all over the world, are masochists!

Well, maybe not really the deal of getting sexual gratification from it, but still.

People force themselves to work 5-6... even 7 days a week, getting anywhere between 10-60+ hours a week. People who have a M-F 9-5 job only give themselves two days off... what we call "the weekend." Typically, the weekend is a time to relax, but since no one has the energy during the week to do regular household chores, homework, kids etc, people have to basically play catch up on the weekend, thus not actually relaxing.

Now just look at what people wear. Women... we hear high heels. Why? I don't know. To make ourselves look taller to compete with men? Maybe. And a quote I read somewhere, "If men rule the world, why do they wake up every morning and put a miniature noose around their neck."

It seems like a lot of things we do are really unnecessary, or at least stupid. Like traffic jams. If the road keeps going, how can a highway be at a stand still? It seems like someone would have to just stop in the middle of the road. I can understand why people would get pissed off sitting in a traffic jam, but yelling and honking a car horn does not make the cars more faster. I'm of the belief that if everyone in a traffic jam listened to Martina McBride and Kelly Clarkson, people wouldn't be so angry.

Maybe someday people won't be so angry and crave that anger, but I doubt it.

Ah well.

Book Buying Evils

First, I'd like to begin with the word of the weekend from my day-by-day calender courtesy of a good friend.

gipsying-party: a party who meet to frolic in the open air

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I like to compare buying books for college classes to selling your soul. Usually when one goes shopping and buys something and feels accomplished, one leaves the store feeling good about themselves. However, after buying the books I need for this semesters classes, I felt sick and annoyed. Those books cost so much money, and most of the time, they are either hardly used or the owner doesn't really even bother with them.

One of my books cost $109. It's for Intro to TV Studio Production. But I believe the cost of this book will be my motivation to read that book and learn it and get the most out of it for this semester. And I love the professor that I have for that class, so I'm putting my faith in him that this is a good choice for a book.

The other frustrating thing other than the cost of books is the process of buying them. Today was a horrible day to go stand between rows and rows of books and other flustered college kids. It's been raining, though I see the clouds breaking a little right now, and it's humid. Michiganders are used to humid weather, but that doesn't mean we aren't miserable when it is humid. Of course, the best part of that is it's January and there's little snow on the ground. We have April weather right now. So as long as you don't move much, it feels wonderful.

Anyway, the bookstore, which is more like a warehouse in the basement of the student center, was hot, humid, crowded and loud. It was so hard to find the books I needed, and I couldn't find help when I needed it. I stood there, looking up at the books I needed which were on the very top shelf, and well out of my reach, for about five minutes before I finally just pushed a ladder in front of the shelf and got them myself.

By the time I finally left, I felt like I needed to take another shower.

Not to mention, I had a long walk back to my car, carrying a bag of library books, and two bags full of purchased books. Want to know the worst of it?

I don't even have all the ones I need. The books for one of my classes were all gone.

This is a depressing day.