It's time to begin...

I've always loved movies that were different. And when I mean different, I mean the ones that explore topics that no one really likes to talk about. Like, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I think everyone knows about this movie, but I'll explain the plot anyway for the people overseas (I know you guys read my blog, and I couldn't be more happier or thankful.) who may not be familiar with the novel or movie. and anybody else who hasn't heard of this beautiful story.
The story is about a bashful and shy boy named Charlie who is going into high school with a not so pleasant history. There, he meets two oddball seniors who welcome him into their personal island of misfit toys with open arms. With them, he feels like he finally fits in, earning his title as a wallflower.
In the story, Charlie's "oddball" friend, Patrick, (He's gay and he's freaking amazing.) says to Charlie and I quote,

" You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand."

 

People like that are hard to find. So hold on to them. Don't let them go.

 

Another freaking amazing thing about this story is the fact that they basically scream throughout the whole movie and novel, that it's okay to be "below average." You'll understand my little joke if you've seen the film.

 

This book is a must read. Read it. You won't regret it. I pinky promise.

 





Its useful being top banana in the shock department.

I think everyone has something that makes them feel calm or at peace. Whether it be their favorite quilt or an old record that has many memories in it. But for some reason, this little clip, my favorite scene of Breakfast at Tiffany's, makes me feel at peace. I don't know if it's Johnny Mercer's Moon River playing in the background, or that the fast paced New York City is actually at the moment empty and quiet. I've never been able to describe it, but I love it. I've always admired Audrey Hepburn, even before I saw any of her movies. When I was about nine, I was in my Mother's studio when I saw a peculiar looking woman on a poster on her wall. She was wearing all black and looked like she was dancing to something, her butt sticking out just a little bit, and her arms reaching up; hands flaring out with long fingers. I remember asking my mother who the odd woman was and she told me she was an actress named Audrey Hepburn. The movie on the poster was Funny Face, my second favorite movie of hers. The first of course being Breakfast at Tiffany's. That movie is one of the many reasons I desire to live in New York when I get older. It's magic.

This is not a Peter Pan fan page. Sorry i just thought i was being creative.

It's 10:26 at night and the temptation to pop this zit on my face grows as the noise in my house leaves for the night, planning to return around 7:30 in the morning when I have gotten about three hours of sleep. Why I am starting this future train wreck you might ask? I have no idea. Maybe its because I have a billion different ideas in my head right now or maybe its because I need something to vent to. The ten journals I tried  to write in didn't work so I'm hoping that the nine people who will probably ever read this will help. You all will learn later on that I am a pretty messed up person, but I have so much love to share but I just don't know how to share it.
I'm not going to tell you beautiful people about me. You'll learn later on about me. I want to jump right into this. I've never been good at introductions (you know like those ones in the crappy essays you write in school and then you go and write the same thing for your conclusion?) so I'm just going to start with this. MY beginning.