The Disadvantages of Being a Wallflower. (a review)

The Perks of Being a Wallflower is probably one of my favorite books. I think I have read it three times in the last two years? I read it a lot when I was in my not-so-happy stage because it was very relatable and it calmed me down. 

Tonight I went and saw the movie. Overall I thought it was very well done. The acting was just awkward enough that it fit the overall tone of the book. Stephen Chbosky directed so obviously it wasn't going to be bad. 

Basically I think if you have read this book, go see it because it's not very different from the book at all. If you have not read it, I suggest reading it first or you may be a bit lost. Secondly, I recommend not seeing it until you're mentally stable enough to handle it. 

I've been completely fine for like a year now and I still had to leave at the end. Maybe it's just me. Maybe i'm having an off day. Or maybe the acting was just that good. 


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"I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won't tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn't change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad."

-The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Fruity Rant (note this is not a serious entry)

I have a serious problem with restaurants and stores that sell gross mushy looking fruit. I feel like that should be a health code violation or something. Why the hell would you buy something that is honestly just bad? I mean, I'm obviously an exception because I was starving and it was convenient but im almost certain my stomach will be pissed off at me later... 

I hereby swear that if I see gross fruit like this at any type of vendor/store/etc, I will personally take the fruit and throw it in the faces of the people who put it there. 


I have no inspirational quotes for this entry except for this,

"Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana." 

Thank you for your time.