I'm Baaaack

[thatdamneddame]

    If there has ever been anyone who deserves to go to hell in the literary world, it is Grenouille. I just finished watching Perfume with my parents. He is at once repulsive and beautiful. You cannot help but want him to make his greatest perfume, but at the same time you want nothing more than for him to be shot. Too bad I'll never meet him, not that I really want to, because he doesn't have a soul. My mother didn't get this. In the movie they say  "your scent = your soul" and then, twenty minutes later the narrator says "grenouille had no smell of his own." No scent means no soul. Simple as that. Now I really want to know what I smell like. So, everyone out there--go watch Perfume!!! It's damn good. Literally. Plus, Allan Rickman is in it. woot woot.
   School has started again, along with the necessary evil of homework. Half is already done. I just have to type up my French and my readers response for english. Wow. In English I read The Stranger, which is about another emotionless french murderer. Hmm. I'm sensing a theme in my life.
  On another note I'm feeling very irritated that my parents seem to believe in conditional love, which can frankly not exist. Don't argue with me on this point. It can't exist. The definition of love itself means that it is instantly unconditional. I'm not talking falling in love, I'm talking love love. HOW DARE THEY BELIEVE IN CONDITIONAL LOVE!!!!
   So, I had a lovely little breakdown this weekend and my father told me he loved me as if (1) he doesn't already tell me that every day or in case (2) i don't already know that or if i had (3) somehow forgotten that or maybe he just thought (4) that i didn't think he did, which is completely impossible because he is my father and in my house you love your family no matter how much it hurts. Gregory.
  And back to a much more stable note, sleeping on the floor may seem comfortable at first, but it's really not. I wouldn't recommend it. Get a mattress or comforter or something to sleep on if you must. Or just make our damn bed, Rachel.
   For my birthday i got (i know i shouldn't say 'got' but i don't want to spell the alternatives) an Answer Me Jesus. It's a pink statue of Jesus with a magic eight-ball in the bottom. I think he knows I'm the heiress to hell, because he's not terribly fond of me. Or maybe it's just because I keep asking him stupid questions before shaking him, turning him upside down and perhaps shaking him some more. Sorry Jesus!
   Wow. I've written a lot. I haven't written this much since I told you about my first trip to hell. Remind me to tell you the scones story one day, but for now i'll tell you another, quicker story.
  Me: Do you want to hear a story about John Dory?
  You: Yes.
  Me: Shall I begin it?
  You: Yes.
  Me: That's all that's in it!
  Ah ha ha ha!!! What wonderful fun was that now, eh? So, i think that's all I have to say right now, but even if it weren't i must finish my homework. Until next time, my minions.


-That Damned Dame 

Comments

[seeschildkroete.livejournal.com]

I really like how lj tries to find you directions to the sixth portal to hell. Unfortunately,the one that I found that was most likely was in germany, and they can't calculate distance to there from the US. Sadness.
And do you need a copy of the Torchwood episode 1 or are you taping it at a different time?

[notesofmarlow.livejournal.com]

OMG. you're my bitch! even though i totally hate you for watching that without me!!!!!!!!! yeah, this is alzira. i have a anew LJ account with kickass userpics and an actual entry... God, i truly love you, now that my anger has supsided...
i know what you mean about those silly french people with no hearts. talk to you soon. By the way, I totally claim Jeremy Baines from Doctor Who. we're getting married in november. I LOVE YOU, 34.

[notesofmarlow.livejournal.com]

conditional love is a FAKE