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Today I read 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower.' What can I say? I forgot how good books are. Especially this one. Especially right now, fitting in with Deathcab, Brighteyes, and trying to salvage my memories of Matt before time blows the lines in the sand away.
I finished it in the MU, drinking coffee like I wanted to drown in it and pausing every now and then to look out the window and think about how it means anything to me. It kind of made everyone around me seem shallow (the book, not me thinking) with their bleached hair, matching sunglasses, and fake tans. I felt a little better when I saw a kid sitting kittycorner from me but outside, on the other side of the windows, with his red and black checked Vans propped up on the table and, of all things, reading. Looking around I realized that we were the only ones reading, really reading and not studying or eating or talking on the phone. Well, I read most of the time, but I looked around a lot, too. So when I finished I put the book on the table and stared at the sidewalk 20 feet away and let the people walking by not catch my eye. I thought about Matt for a little while. He would have liked this book. Finally I stopped and made my sister a thank-you for the coin from Bahrain she bought me early for my birthday. I felt pretty good.
