*I don't own my life as a teenage robot or its characters

This is my first MLAATR fan fiction, and its in Sheldon's pov. Chronicling all his encounters with Jenny plus a few tid bits of my own. Hope you enjoy, and I'm starting of course with the information from his introduction in "The Attack of the 5 1/2 geek"

Sheldon's Log 1

Even though I'm not looking forward to Woodshop class, I am however proud of my masterpiece Captain Crusher, a replica of course, but... Oh man I'm going to be late.

Sheldon's Personal Log 1.3

Today in Woodshop, I lost my innocence and I lost my heart. I met the girl of my dreams. Not only is she a super hero, but... Wait for it... She's a robot.

Sheldon's Log:1.5

I don't know why I never noticed before, but my days just don't pass by fast enough.

Sheldon's Personal Log 1.5.5

Another thing I just noticed, me and Jenny actually share a few classes together. From my seat I have a great view of her polished pigtails. Man, she reminds me of Hatsune Miku, so virtual, so real, and yet really feels unreal. I'd love to know what her stats are, and her OS, oh baby that would be a thrill.

Sheldon's Log 1.6

The day itself has been more then I usually expect, a few surprise pop quizzes, and getting crammed into some random locker. I can't wait for this day to be over.

Sheldon's Personal Log 1.7

My Stainless, statuesque beauty saved me once more. I was lucky enough to be crammed into her locker, and I already met her mom. You could say things are getting serious.

Sheldon's Personal Log 1.7.5

Hundreds of ideas are waiting to come to life, and I've got a sack of goodies to share with my dreamy fembot.

Sheldon's Personal Log 1.8

Before her visit, before her existence, I was dreading my life, and thought I messed up.

I seem to mess up all the time, and I did mess up, and probably will continue to mess up until all my mistakes run out. I was kidnapped, and rescued, but left brokenhearted.

She doesn't like me, nobody does.

Being a nerdy, geeky fanboy is not easy, and I know being a Hikkimori will mean I'm frowned upon by my classmates, but I really can't help myself. I blame dad for being a rocket scientist, and I blame mom for being a diehard Trekkie and a mangaka. Anyway, Jenny came by my house in the evening. She apologized somewhat begrudgingly, but I believe there were hints of genuine feeling and an ocean of embarrassment.

Even if my day ended in rejection, we're going to be friends. Hopefully someday even more. And well, that's better then nothing I guess.

Plus, her smile will haunt me, hopefully forever.