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so i know i have a tendency to talk a little overmuch about how great farscape and buffy are, and while yes, they do get me all pumped and wrapped up and emotional, i understand there's a certain amount of humor to me ranting on about them and that when it comes down to it, they aren't really the most moving things on the earth.

i wanted to address that because today i want to talk briefly about the book i'm reading and those of you visiting this site, i want you to know that i'm quite serious. The book is The Perks of Being a Wallflower and it's by a fellow named stephen chbosky. The book is a series of letters from a high school kid, written anonymously to a vague person not yet revealed. It's his freshman year, i'm 60 pages in and just read thanksgiving. naturally, it's about a kid who isn't captain of the football team. He's met a couple of friends, the kind of friends that you wouldn't think would normally hang out with a kid like charlie, and he knows it, but it's all good. they took him to his first party, some dude fed him a pot brownie, and while he was stoned out of his mind, all the high school kids are hanging around laughing about a stoned freshman, and then Patrick, his friend, well:

Then, Patrick pointed at me, and said something to Bob.
"He's something, isn't he?"
Bob nodded his head. Patrick then said something I don't think I'll ever forget.
"He's a wallflower."
And Bob really nodded his head. And the whole room nodded their head. And I started to feel nervous in the Bob way, but Patrick didn't let me get too nervous. he sat down next to me.
"You see things. You keep quiet about the. And you understand."
I didn't know that other people thought things about me. I didn't know that they looked. I was sitting on the floor of a basement of my first real party between Sam and Patrick, and I remembered that Sam introduced me as her friend to Bob. And I remembered that Patrick had done the same for Brad. And I started to cry. And nobody in that room looked at me weird for doing it. And then I really started to cry.
Bob raised his drink and asked everyone to do the same.
"To Charlie."
And the whole group said, "To Charlie."

I welled up with that one.

My car's all emptied and ready to go home tomorrow, i'm going to clean up the room since i think at least Darren will be here tomorrow.

and then i think i will read some more.

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