The Perks of Being a Wallflower: Part 2

Mary Elizabeth is a very interesting person because she has a tattoo that symbolizes Buddhism and a belly button ring and wears her hair to make somebody mad, but when she’s in charge of something, she acts like my dad when he comes home from a “long day.”

Brad’s parents sent him to rehabilitation because Brad’s father didn’t want him to miss his chance at a football scholarship.

She is a senior, and she says that my sister is a tease and a snob.

It’s just that Craig doesn’t really listen to her when she talks. I don’t mean that he’s a bad guy because he’s not. It’s just that he always looks distracted.

Then, they repeated the experiment, but they replaced the food with something that gave the rat or mouse intense pleasure.

Anyway, what the scientists found out was that the rat or mouse would put up with a lot more voltage for the pleasure. Even more than for the food.
I don’t know the significance of this, but I find it very interesting.

I think something like that would be very good for him, especially if the girl were unconventionally beautiful. They are the best kind of girls, I think. I personally find “super models” strange.

I used to play sports when I was little, and I was actually very good, but the problem was that it used to make me too aggressive, so the doctors told my mom I would have to stop.

He was a very handsome man. I don’t know any other way to put it. He looked like all old pictures look. Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.

The greatest thing about this story is that every time my dad tells it, it never changes. He’s not one to exaggerate.

The one part I remember distinctly was walking around the neighborhood at night.

My dad doesn’t read books too much anymore because he listens to books on cassette tapes on the way to work, and he gets them free from the library.

My sister made some remark about how cheerleading is stupid and sexist, and my brother told her to shut up.

My brother said that although Kelly denies this, he’s sure that she dropped the book on purpose.

They spent the rest of the afternoon playing old video games like Donkey Kong and feeling nostalgic, which as a general statement, I found sad and sweet.

My sister spent the next ten minutes denouncing the Greek system of sororities and fraternities. She kept telling stories of “hazing” and how kids have died before.

“Oh, yeah...like she’d tell you.”
“Yeah...she would. We don’t keep secrets.”
“Oh, you’re such a sensitive new age guy.”

Kelly’s favorite book just happens to be Walden by Henry David Thoreau. And Kelly just happened to say that the transcendental movement is a close parallel to this day and age.

But into the third hour, they were trying to make me stop laughing, but it only made me laugh harder. I don’t think it was really three hours, but it seemed like a long time. I still think about it every now and then. It seems like a rather “auspicious” beginning.

She had to get restraining orders instead.

My brother and my dad never want to go that much, but they know not to say anything because of Mom and me. My sister is kind of neutral, but she is sensitive about certain things.

I made a mix tape for the occasion. It is called “The First Time I Drove.” Maybe I’m being too sentimental, but I like to think that when I’m old, I will be able to look at all these tapes and remember those drives.

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this.

It was vast and open and thinly quiet, and I felt so small.

And all the books you’ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you’ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that’s pretty to you is pretty to other people. And you know that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing “unity.”