Hay quienes encuentran tiempo para hacer un mil actividades.
Hay quienes lo encuentran para perderlo.
Hay quien encuentra tiempo para leer, dibujar o caminar.
Hay quien lo encuentra para hacer deportes.
Hay quien encuentra tiempo para estar con sus seres queridos.
Hay quien lo encuentra para inventar excusas.
Hay quien encuentra tiempo para aprender algo: a tocar un instrumento o un nuevo idioma.
Hay quien siempre encuentra tiempo para caer en los mismos errores.
Hay quien encuentra tiempo para perderse en fantasías.
Hay quien lo encuentra para impedirse soñar.
Hay quien encuentra tiempo para regalar su corazón (y su persona).
Hay quien lo encuentra para romper otro corazón.
Hay quien encuentra tiempo... pero no sabe qué hacer con él...
diciembre 05, 2007
diciembre 03, 2007
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...
Como ya se acerca la Navidá y tanto se habla del espíritu de la época: de la generosidad, de dar sin pedir a cambio... hoy les comparto una de mis estrofas favoritas en el mundo musical.
Canción: I was a prayer
Intérprete: Alkaline Trio
There's a song I love so much I stole,
every precious note I took, I sold.
Now I spit out words, do you see my lungs on the dance floor?
To a hopeless cause, I sold my soul,
a romantic plastic piece of shit you can mold
until I break into chokable pieces.
Además, les dejo una interpretación de la canción de Twelve Days of Christmas, cortesía de Taking Back Sunday.
Canción: I was a prayer
Intérprete: Alkaline Trio
There's a song I love so much I stole,
every precious note I took, I sold.
Now I spit out words, do you see my lungs on the dance floor?
To a hopeless cause, I sold my soul,
a romantic plastic piece of shit you can mold
until I break into chokable pieces.
Además, les dejo una interpretación de la canción de Twelve Days of Christmas, cortesía de Taking Back Sunday.
noviembre 26, 2007
Querétarooo
Pienso que la ciudad es tan bonita, que no hay foto que pueda salir muy mala.
Por alguna razón, esta foto me causa como vértigo. :S
Me gustan las lámparas antiguas. Si no me equivoco, esa es la Casa de los Cinco Patios. Adentro hay un como bar que tiene puras cosas antiquísimas, pero sólo puedes verlas de 11 am a 1 pm.
Me fascina cómo se amontonan las nubes en el cielo de Qro.
En la Plaza de Armas.
Si se fijan, las cuerdas están hechas con chorros de agua!
Me gustan las lámparas antiguas. Si no me equivoco, esa es la Casa de los Cinco Patios. Adentro hay un como bar que tiene puras cosas antiquísimas, pero sólo puedes verlas de 11 am a 1 pm.
Me fascina cómo se amontonan las nubes en el cielo de Qro.
En la Plaza de Armas.
Otra de las muchas iglesias.
De noche, esta torre se ve hermosa porque tiene iluminación. Pero de noche mi cámara digital es bien nena y no se ve nada.
Mientras yo me emocionaba tomándole fotos a las calles y edificios, hay quienes se interesaban más en otras cosas.
Bueno, al parecer el poster está más interesante.
De noche, esta torre se ve hermosa porque tiene iluminación. Pero de noche mi cámara digital es bien nena y no se ve nada.
Mientras yo me emocionaba tomándole fotos a las calles y edificios, hay quienes se interesaban más en otras cosas.Bueno, al parecer el poster está más interesante.
noviembre 25, 2007
Aclaración
Respecto a mi poema/lo-que-sea anterior: hay 4 amigos que NO quiero cambiar.
Ione, Mars, Andrea y Marco.
Significan el mundo para mi.
Calidad ownea la cantidad.
Es sólo que alguien crossed the line... y quería sacar eso.
Ione, Mars, Andrea y Marco.
Significan el mundo para mi.
Calidad ownea la cantidad.
Es sólo que alguien crossed the line... y quería sacar eso.
noviembre 20, 2007
I should get new friends... as you suggested
In the infinite solitude of my heart,
I can only replay your walking away
into the lands of Never Quite Forgotten,
into the pages of million stories alike.
My tears are not yours.
They pour over the hearts of those incapable to steal two glances,
of those ordinary enough to be dispensable.
The stories of all the forgotten ones.
Holding hands, playing round a golden tree,
my friends Love, Darkness, and Melancholy,
betray themselves with kisses,
pretending to be Always and Forever.
But I can't help esteeming them.
And I wonder the what ifs of your walk:
what if I had left earlier?
what if I had ran to you?
what if I had never met you?
After you're gone,
Love left for Never Coming Back,
Melancholy grew and turned into Apathy,
and Darkness married Bitterness.
So I'm left with a flaring golden tree,
its ashes staring back at me,
daring me to speak out what I hide:
Please, ensnare this scorching heart.
I can only replay your walking away
into the lands of Never Quite Forgotten,
into the pages of million stories alike.
My tears are not yours.
They pour over the hearts of those incapable to steal two glances,
of those ordinary enough to be dispensable.
The stories of all the forgotten ones.
Holding hands, playing round a golden tree,
my friends Love, Darkness, and Melancholy,
betray themselves with kisses,
pretending to be Always and Forever.
But I can't help esteeming them.
And I wonder the what ifs of your walk:
what if I had left earlier?
what if I had ran to you?
what if I had never met you?
After you're gone,
Love left for Never Coming Back,
Melancholy grew and turned into Apathy,
and Darkness married Bitterness.
So I'm left with a flaring golden tree,
its ashes staring back at me,
daring me to speak out what I hide:
Please, ensnare this scorching heart.
noviembre 08, 2007
noviembre 04, 2007
Mesas Informativas de AnimaNaturalis
Bueno, es momento de postear cosas pro-veggie. Ahora no son manifestaciones al nude; sino mesas informativas de los derechos de los animales y por qué es lindo ser vegetariano. Ojalá vayan.
AnimaNaturalis te invita a sus Mesas Informativas
en los Jardines del Arte
Durante el mes de Noviembre el equipo de AnimaNaturalis montará tres mesas informativas, cada una en un espacio artístico distinto:
1) Domingo 11 de Noviembre: en el Jardín del Arte de Sullivan (ubicado sobre Av. Sullivan, junto al Monumento a la Madre), de 10:30 a.m. a 3:00 p.m.
AnimaNaturalis te invita a sus Mesas Informativas
en los Jardines del Arte
Durante el mes de Noviembre el equipo de AnimaNaturalis montará tres mesas informativas, cada una en un espacio artístico distinto:
1) Domingo 11 de Noviembre: en el Jardín del Arte de Sullivan (ubicado sobre Av. Sullivan, junto al Monumento a la Madre), de 10:30 a.m. a 3:00 p.m.
2) Sábado 17 de Noviembre: en el Jardín del Arte de San Jacinto (ubicado en la colonia San Ángel), de 10:00 a.m. a 3:00 p.m.
3) Domingo 25 de Noviembre: en el Jardín del Arte del Carmen (ubicado también en la\ncolonia San Ángel, sobre Av. Revolución) de 10:00 a.m. a 3:00 p.m.
En estas mesas ofreceremos folletería gratuita sobre las principales temáticas de maltrato a los animales, además de artículos a la venta: camisetas (en distintos modelos y tallas), botones o pins, videos, pulseras y calcomanías.
¡Te esperamos!
AnimaNaturalis en México
Mañana posteo mi experiencia en el UFest. :D
noviembre 03, 2007
8 Semesters of Solitude
"El infierno está todo en esta palabra: soledad."
- Víctor Hugo
"La soledad es la suerte de todos los espíritus excelentes."
- Arthur Schopenhauer
"El hombre grande es aquel que en medio de las muchedumbres mantiene, con perfecta dulzura, la independencia de la soledad."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
"La soledad se admira y desea cuando no se sufre, pero la necesidad humana de compartir cosas es evidente."
- Carmen Martín Gaite
"Suelen decir que el hombre que apetece soledad tiene mucho de dios o de bestia."
- Mateo Alemán... aunque Aristóteles dijo algo similar
"¿Por qué, en general, se rehuye la soledad? Porque son muy pocos los que encuentran compañía consigo mismos."
- Carlo Dossi
"La virtud no habita en la soledad: debe tener vecinos."
- Confucio
"A solas soy alguien. En la calle nadie."
- Gabriel Celaya
"Latoso es el que nos quita la soledad y no nos da compañía."
- Benedetto Croce
"Aprende a vivir aislado y a meditar en soledad; pero si te mezclas con la muchedumbre procura ser, como todos ellos, uno de tantos."
- Cleóbulo
I refuse! I refuse! I refuse!
"Los recuerdos no pueblan nuestra soledad, como suele decirse; antes al contrario, la hacen más profunda."
- Gustave Flaubert
"El que escucha música siente que su soledad, de repente, se puebla."
- Robert Browning
"La peor soledad que hay es el darse cuenta de que la gente es idiota."
- Gonzalo Torrente Ballester
Idiota = apathetic, inhuman, hipocrite, phoney people
Although I feel so alone, I'd rather not be like you. I really pity you and your lack of passion for life. Getting drunk and satisfying your superficial needs isn't living AT ALL.
"Ser original es en cierto modo estar poniendo de manifiesto la mediocridad de los demás."
- Ernesto Sábato
- Víctor Hugo
"La soledad es la suerte de todos los espíritus excelentes."
- Arthur Schopenhauer
"El hombre grande es aquel que en medio de las muchedumbres mantiene, con perfecta dulzura, la independencia de la soledad."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
"La soledad se admira y desea cuando no se sufre, pero la necesidad humana de compartir cosas es evidente."
- Carmen Martín Gaite
"Suelen decir que el hombre que apetece soledad tiene mucho de dios o de bestia."
- Mateo Alemán... aunque Aristóteles dijo algo similar
"¿Por qué, en general, se rehuye la soledad? Porque son muy pocos los que encuentran compañía consigo mismos."
- Carlo Dossi
"La virtud no habita en la soledad: debe tener vecinos."
- Confucio
"A solas soy alguien. En la calle nadie."
- Gabriel Celaya
"Latoso es el que nos quita la soledad y no nos da compañía."
- Benedetto Croce
"Aprende a vivir aislado y a meditar en soledad; pero si te mezclas con la muchedumbre procura ser, como todos ellos, uno de tantos."
- Cleóbulo
I refuse! I refuse! I refuse!
"Los recuerdos no pueblan nuestra soledad, como suele decirse; antes al contrario, la hacen más profunda."
- Gustave Flaubert
"El que escucha música siente que su soledad, de repente, se puebla."
- Robert Browning
"La peor soledad que hay es el darse cuenta de que la gente es idiota."
- Gonzalo Torrente Ballester
Idiota = apathetic, inhuman, hipocrite, phoney people
Although I feel so alone, I'd rather not be like you. I really pity you and your lack of passion for life. Getting drunk and satisfying your superficial needs isn't living AT ALL.
"Ser original es en cierto modo estar poniendo de manifiesto la mediocridad de los demás."
- Ernesto Sábato
octubre 22, 2007
You light up my show
Le tengo miedo al fuego. No puedo acercarme a una estufa y menos prender un encendedor. Por lo mismo, cuando hay encendedores cerca pienso en dos cosas: CORRREEEEE!!! y en como adquiero cáncer pulmonar de manera pasiva.
Es decir, pienso que los encendedores son objetos altamente peligrosos que deberían ser prohibidos y restringidos a uso en áreas donde no haya personas en al menos 3 kilómetros a la redonda.
No obstante, el concierto de ayer de The Cure me hizo cambiar de parecer (un poco). Ver a tantas personas prendiendo sus fuegos portátiles al ritmo de la bateria, me hizo sonreír. Fue una experiencia fantástica. Hace mucho que no veía tanta unidad en un público (desde UnderOath).
Aunque no pienso prender ningún encendedor pronto, ya minímo pensaré en el concierto de Mr. Smith antes del CORRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Y en cuanto pueda pasar mis grabaciones del concert, veré la manera de regalarlas por este medio.
PD. Tíralo, perraa!!!
Es decir, pienso que los encendedores son objetos altamente peligrosos que deberían ser prohibidos y restringidos a uso en áreas donde no haya personas en al menos 3 kilómetros a la redonda.
No obstante, el concierto de ayer de The Cure me hizo cambiar de parecer (un poco). Ver a tantas personas prendiendo sus fuegos portátiles al ritmo de la bateria, me hizo sonreír. Fue una experiencia fantástica. Hace mucho que no veía tanta unidad en un público (desde UnderOath).
Aunque no pienso prender ningún encendedor pronto, ya minímo pensaré en el concierto de Mr. Smith antes del CORRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Y en cuanto pueda pasar mis grabaciones del concert, veré la manera de regalarlas por este medio.
PD. Tíralo, perraa!!!
octubre 11, 2007
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
Hay libros para todo. "And when they say every flavor, they mean EVERY flavor." Nada más revisen algunos anuncios de Gandhi y verán que es cierto. Libros de superación personal, de aventuras, de cocina, libros como The Zombie Survival Guide... o el de Yordi Rosado XD.
Gracias a Mariana, conocí un libro que me marcó, además de traerme recuerdos de las semanas más felices de mi vida, logra poner en palabras sentimientos que he tenido que no sabía describir. No es un libro emo, más bien, es post-emo... hay más en la vida.
La verdad es que arruinaría la inocente belleza del libro si sigo hablando de él. Así que mejor les dejó un fragmento de mi capítulo favorito.
October 28, 1991
[...]
There is a feeling that I had Friday night after the homecoming game that I don't know if I will ever be able to describe except to say that it is warm. Sam and Patrick drove me to the party thta night, and I sat in the middle of Sam's pickup truck. Sam loves her pickup truck because I think it reminds her of her dad. The feeling I had happened when Sam told Patrick to find a station on the radio. And he kept getting commercials. And commercials. And a really bad song about love that had the word "baby" in it. And the more commercials. And finally he found this really amazing song about this boy, and we all got quiet.
Sam tapped her hand on the steering wheel. Patrick held his hand outside the care and made air waves. And I just sat between them. After the song finished, I said something.
"I feel infinite."
And Sam and Patrick looked at me like I said the greatest thing they ever heard. Because the song was that great and because we all really paid attention to it. Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way. I have since bought the record, and I would tell you what it was, but truthfully, it's not the same unless you're driving to your first real party, and you're sitting in the middle seat of a pickup with two nice people when it starts to rain.
We got to the house where the party was, and Patrick did this secret knock. It would be hard to describe to you this knock without sound. The door opened a crack, and this guy with frizzy hair looked out at us.
"Patrick known as Patty known as Nothing?"
"Bob"
The door opened, and the old friends hugged each other. Then, Sam and Bob hugged each other. Then, Sam spoke.
"This is our friend, Charlie."
And you won't believe it. Bob hugged me! Sam told me as we were hanging up our coats that Bob was "baked like a fucking cake." I really had to quote that one even though it has a swear.
The party was in the basement of this house. The room was quite smoky, and the kids were much older. There were two girls showing each other their tattoos and belly button rings. Seniors, I think.
This guy named Fritz something was eating a lot of Twinkies. Fritz's girlfriend was talking to him about women's rights, and he kept saying, "I know, baby".
Sam and Patrick started smoking cigarettes. Bob went up to the kitchen when he heard the bell ring. When he came back, he brought a can of Milwaukee's Best beer for everyone, as well as two new party guests. There was Maggie, who needed to use the bathroom. And there was Brad, the quarterback of the high school football team. No kidding!
I do not know why this excited me, but I guess when you see somebody in the hallway or on the field or something, it's nice to know that they are a real person.
Everyone was very friendly to me and asked me a lot of questions about myself. I guess because I was the youngest, and they didn't want me to feel out of place, especially after I said no to having a beer. I once had a beer with my brother when I was twelve, and I just didn't like it. It's really that simple for me.
Some of the questions I was asked was what grade I was in and what did I want to be when I grow up.
"I am a freshman, and I don't know just yet."
I looked around, and I saw that Sam and Patrick had left with Brad. That's when Bob started passing around food.
"Would you like a brownie?"
"Yes. Thank you."
I was actually quite hungry because normally Sam and Patrick take me to Big Boy after the football games, and I guess I was used to it by now. I ate the brownie, and it tasted a little weird, but it was still a brownie, so I still liked it. But this was not an ordinary brownie. Since you are older, I think you know what kind of brownie it was.
After thirty minutes, the room started to slip away from me. I was talking to one of the girls with the belly button ring, and she seemed like she was in a movie. I started blinking a lot and looking around, and the music sounded heavy like water.
Sam came down and when she saw me, she turned to Bob.
"What the hell is your problem?"
"Come on, Sam. He likes it. Ask him."
"How do you fell, Charlie?"
"Light."
"You see?" Bob actually looked a little nervous, which I was later told was paranoia.
Sam sat down next to me and held my hand, which felt cool.
"Are you seeing anything, Charlie?"
"Light."
"Does it feel good?"
"Uh-huh."
"Are you thirsty?"
"Uh-huh."
"What would you like to drink?"
"A milkshake."
And everyone in the room, except Sam, erupted in laughter.
"He's stoned."
"Are you hungry, Charlie?"
"Uh-huh."
"What would you like to eat?"
"A milkshake."
I don't think they would have laughed any harder even if what I said was at all funny. Then, Sam took my hand and stood me up on the dizzy floor.
"C'mon. We'll get you a milkshake."
As we were leaving, Sam turned to Bob.
"I still think you're an asshole."
All Bob did was laugh. And Sam finally laughed, too. And I was glad that everyone seemed as happy as they seemed.
Sam and I got up to the kitchen, and she turned on the light. Wow! It was so bright, I couldn't believe it. It was like when you see a movie in the theater during the day, and when you leave the movie, you can't believe that it's still daylight outside. Sam got some ice cream and some milk and a blender. I asked her where the bathroom was, and she pointed around the corner almost like it was her house. I think she and Patrick spent a lot of time here when Bob was still in high school.
When I got out of the bathroom, I heard a noise in the room where we left out coats. I opened the door, and I saw Patrick kissing Brad. It was a stolen type of kissing. They heard me in the door and turned around. Patrick spoke first.
"Is that you, Charlie?"
"Sam's making me a milkshake."
"Who is this kid?" Brad just looked real nervous and not in the Bob way.
"He's a friend of mine. Relax."
Patrick then took me out of the room and closed the door. He put his hands on both of my shoulders and looked me staright in the eye.
"Brad doesn't want people to know."
"Why?"
"Because he's scared."
"Why?"
"Because he is... wait... are you stoned?"
"They said I was downstairs. Sam is making me a milkshake."
Patrick tried to keep from laughing.
"Listen, Charlie. Brad doesn't want people to know. I need you to promise that you won't tell anyone. This will be our little secret. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Thanks."
With that, Patrick turned around and went back into the room. I heard some muffled voices, and Brad seemed upset, but I didn't think it was any of my business, so I went back to the kitchen.
I have to say that it was the best milkshake I ever had in my life. It was so delicious, it almost scared me.
Before we left the party, Sam played me a few of her favorite songs. One was called "Blackbird." The other was called "MLK." They were both very beautiful. I mentioned the titles because they were as great when I listened to them sober.
Another interesting thing happened at the party before we left. Patrick came downstairs. I guess Brad had left. And Patrick smiled. And Bob started to make fun of him having a crush on the quarterback. And Patrick smiled more. I don't think I ever saw Patrick smile so much. 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 them. 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 didn't know why they did that, but it was very special to me that they did. Especially Sam. Especially her.
I would tell you more about the homecoming dance, but now that I'm thinking about it, me letting out the aire of Dave's tires was the best part. I did try to dance like Bill suggested, but I usually like songs you can't dance to, so I didn't do it too much. Sam did look very pretty in her dress, but I was trying no to notice because I'm trying not to think of her that way.
I did notice that Brad and Patrick never talked once during the whole dance because Brad was off dancing with a cheerleader named Nancy, who is his girlfriend. And I did notice that my sister was dancing with the boy she wasn't supposed to even though a different boy picked her up at the house.
After the dance, we left in Sam's pickup. Patrick was driving this time. As we were approaching the Fort Pitt Tunnel, Sam asked Patrick to pull to the side of the road. I didn't know what was going on. Sam then climbed in the back of the pickup, wearing nothing but her dance dress. She told Patrick to drive, and he got this smile on his face. I guess they had done this before.
Anyway, Patrick started driving really fast, and just before we got to the tunnel, Sam stood up, and the wind turned her dress into ocean waves. When we hit the tunnel, all the sound got scooped up into a vacuum, and it was replaced by a song on the tape player. A beautiful song called "Landslide." When we got out of the tunnel, Sam screamed this really funny scream, and there it was. Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing.
And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.
Chbosky, Stephen. (1999). The Perks of Being a Wallflower. USA: MTV Books/Pocket Books. pp. 33 - 39
Gracias a Mariana, conocí un libro que me marcó, además de traerme recuerdos de las semanas más felices de mi vida, logra poner en palabras sentimientos que he tenido que no sabía describir. No es un libro emo, más bien, es post-emo... hay más en la vida.
La verdad es que arruinaría la inocente belleza del libro si sigo hablando de él. Así que mejor les dejó un fragmento de mi capítulo favorito.
October 28, 1991
[...]
There is a feeling that I had Friday night after the homecoming game that I don't know if I will ever be able to describe except to say that it is warm. Sam and Patrick drove me to the party thta night, and I sat in the middle of Sam's pickup truck. Sam loves her pickup truck because I think it reminds her of her dad. The feeling I had happened when Sam told Patrick to find a station on the radio. And he kept getting commercials. And commercials. And a really bad song about love that had the word "baby" in it. And the more commercials. And finally he found this really amazing song about this boy, and we all got quiet.
Sam tapped her hand on the steering wheel. Patrick held his hand outside the care and made air waves. And I just sat between them. After the song finished, I said something.
"I feel infinite."
And Sam and Patrick looked at me like I said the greatest thing they ever heard. Because the song was that great and because we all really paid attention to it. Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way. I have since bought the record, and I would tell you what it was, but truthfully, it's not the same unless you're driving to your first real party, and you're sitting in the middle seat of a pickup with two nice people when it starts to rain.
We got to the house where the party was, and Patrick did this secret knock. It would be hard to describe to you this knock without sound. The door opened a crack, and this guy with frizzy hair looked out at us.
"Patrick known as Patty known as Nothing?"
"Bob"
The door opened, and the old friends hugged each other. Then, Sam and Bob hugged each other. Then, Sam spoke.
"This is our friend, Charlie."
And you won't believe it. Bob hugged me! Sam told me as we were hanging up our coats that Bob was "baked like a fucking cake." I really had to quote that one even though it has a swear.
The party was in the basement of this house. The room was quite smoky, and the kids were much older. There were two girls showing each other their tattoos and belly button rings. Seniors, I think.
This guy named Fritz something was eating a lot of Twinkies. Fritz's girlfriend was talking to him about women's rights, and he kept saying, "I know, baby".
Sam and Patrick started smoking cigarettes. Bob went up to the kitchen when he heard the bell ring. When he came back, he brought a can of Milwaukee's Best beer for everyone, as well as two new party guests. There was Maggie, who needed to use the bathroom. And there was Brad, the quarterback of the high school football team. No kidding!
I do not know why this excited me, but I guess when you see somebody in the hallway or on the field or something, it's nice to know that they are a real person.
Everyone was very friendly to me and asked me a lot of questions about myself. I guess because I was the youngest, and they didn't want me to feel out of place, especially after I said no to having a beer. I once had a beer with my brother when I was twelve, and I just didn't like it. It's really that simple for me.
Some of the questions I was asked was what grade I was in and what did I want to be when I grow up.
"I am a freshman, and I don't know just yet."
I looked around, and I saw that Sam and Patrick had left with Brad. That's when Bob started passing around food.
"Would you like a brownie?"
"Yes. Thank you."
I was actually quite hungry because normally Sam and Patrick take me to Big Boy after the football games, and I guess I was used to it by now. I ate the brownie, and it tasted a little weird, but it was still a brownie, so I still liked it. But this was not an ordinary brownie. Since you are older, I think you know what kind of brownie it was.
After thirty minutes, the room started to slip away from me. I was talking to one of the girls with the belly button ring, and she seemed like she was in a movie. I started blinking a lot and looking around, and the music sounded heavy like water.
Sam came down and when she saw me, she turned to Bob.
"What the hell is your problem?"
"Come on, Sam. He likes it. Ask him."
"How do you fell, Charlie?"
"Light."
"You see?" Bob actually looked a little nervous, which I was later told was paranoia.
Sam sat down next to me and held my hand, which felt cool.
"Are you seeing anything, Charlie?"
"Light."
"Does it feel good?"
"Uh-huh."
"Are you thirsty?"
"Uh-huh."
"What would you like to drink?"
"A milkshake."
And everyone in the room, except Sam, erupted in laughter.
"He's stoned."
"Are you hungry, Charlie?"
"Uh-huh."
"What would you like to eat?"
"A milkshake."
I don't think they would have laughed any harder even if what I said was at all funny. Then, Sam took my hand and stood me up on the dizzy floor.
"C'mon. We'll get you a milkshake."
As we were leaving, Sam turned to Bob.
"I still think you're an asshole."
All Bob did was laugh. And Sam finally laughed, too. And I was glad that everyone seemed as happy as they seemed.
Sam and I got up to the kitchen, and she turned on the light. Wow! It was so bright, I couldn't believe it. It was like when you see a movie in the theater during the day, and when you leave the movie, you can't believe that it's still daylight outside. Sam got some ice cream and some milk and a blender. I asked her where the bathroom was, and she pointed around the corner almost like it was her house. I think she and Patrick spent a lot of time here when Bob was still in high school.
When I got out of the bathroom, I heard a noise in the room where we left out coats. I opened the door, and I saw Patrick kissing Brad. It was a stolen type of kissing. They heard me in the door and turned around. Patrick spoke first.
"Is that you, Charlie?"
"Sam's making me a milkshake."
"Who is this kid?" Brad just looked real nervous and not in the Bob way.
"He's a friend of mine. Relax."
Patrick then took me out of the room and closed the door. He put his hands on both of my shoulders and looked me staright in the eye.
"Brad doesn't want people to know."
"Why?"
"Because he's scared."
"Why?"
"Because he is... wait... are you stoned?"
"They said I was downstairs. Sam is making me a milkshake."
Patrick tried to keep from laughing.
"Listen, Charlie. Brad doesn't want people to know. I need you to promise that you won't tell anyone. This will be our little secret. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Thanks."
With that, Patrick turned around and went back into the room. I heard some muffled voices, and Brad seemed upset, but I didn't think it was any of my business, so I went back to the kitchen.
I have to say that it was the best milkshake I ever had in my life. It was so delicious, it almost scared me.
Before we left the party, Sam played me a few of her favorite songs. One was called "Blackbird." The other was called "MLK." They were both very beautiful. I mentioned the titles because they were as great when I listened to them sober.
Another interesting thing happened at the party before we left. Patrick came downstairs. I guess Brad had left. And Patrick smiled. And Bob started to make fun of him having a crush on the quarterback. And Patrick smiled more. I don't think I ever saw Patrick smile so much. 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 them. 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 didn't know why they did that, but it was very special to me that they did. Especially Sam. Especially her.
I would tell you more about the homecoming dance, but now that I'm thinking about it, me letting out the aire of Dave's tires was the best part. I did try to dance like Bill suggested, but I usually like songs you can't dance to, so I didn't do it too much. Sam did look very pretty in her dress, but I was trying no to notice because I'm trying not to think of her that way.
I did notice that Brad and Patrick never talked once during the whole dance because Brad was off dancing with a cheerleader named Nancy, who is his girlfriend. And I did notice that my sister was dancing with the boy she wasn't supposed to even though a different boy picked her up at the house.
After the dance, we left in Sam's pickup. Patrick was driving this time. As we were approaching the Fort Pitt Tunnel, Sam asked Patrick to pull to the side of the road. I didn't know what was going on. Sam then climbed in the back of the pickup, wearing nothing but her dance dress. She told Patrick to drive, and he got this smile on his face. I guess they had done this before.
Anyway, Patrick started driving really fast, and just before we got to the tunnel, Sam stood up, and the wind turned her dress into ocean waves. When we hit the tunnel, all the sound got scooped up into a vacuum, and it was replaced by a song on the tape player. A beautiful song called "Landslide." When we got out of the tunnel, Sam screamed this really funny scream, and there it was. Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing.
And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.
Love always,
Charlie
Chbosky, Stephen. (1999). The Perks of Being a Wallflower. USA: MTV Books/Pocket Books. pp. 33 - 39
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