Second chapter's here. I'm going away for two days so I wanted to update before I left.
Disclaimer: I do not own Alvin and the chipmunks.
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The practical part of my experiment takes place once a week – on Friday. That way my daze has subsided by Monday, leaving me sober enough for school. I can say I have become familiar with a whole new palette of emotions and it's wonderful! Also, I have no problems with them being one-sided. For now I still think everything's under control. I expect this experiment to be over in two months.
A side effect is that I feel the unprecedented urge to be around others and communicate. Despite having a fair amount of homework I can't bring myself to do anything else other than daydreaming of him and dying of boredom. I honestly hope my initial expectations prove accurate. I presume this is flippant bliss giving way to a vengeful ache. This leads my to believe that those who make assertions such as "I can't live without him" or "He makes me feel alive" are simply suffering from adrenaline abstinence. They've obviously tasted something reminiscent of the "butterflies" inside me and, akin to myself, can't get back to the insipidity of their lives.
A good way to use this to one's own ends is to turn it into inspiration. It is indeed a wonderful source. In addition, when reading, imagining he is the protagonist makes a dull story more than exhilarating, especially if your imagination is vivid.
Finally, I find my mind wandering to thoughts of his voice, his countenance, his steel-grey eyes…
For future reference: I expect my writing language to become more sensuous and "cheesy" in contrast to the scientific tone applied when describing an experiment.
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It's Sunday and I'll soon start my homework. Today I'll try not to think about him. For now everything's going well.
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It's Sunday night and I'm over halfway through my homework. I was my usual distracted self all day long but not for the supposable reason. In the morning I was rather eager to start studying after yesterday's pang of boredom. I saved my obsessing over him for after sunset. I believe it isn't as strong as I though, it wore off pretty quickly.
However, I unearthed facts about him that left me shocked confused and bewildered. And amazed. I could never have guessed about some particular… things about him. I'm interested in him for another reason too now. I came across an interview… It's crazy. I had heard of "The Chipmunks", but I failed to make the link. He's a star… and yet he leads a perfectly normal life when not on stage. Fascinating. But I shouldn't talk to anybody about it, not even to him. This is something of astronomical size. If he wants this to be a secret, I'm not going to disappoint him. But I'm not absolutely sure I'll ever see him the same way. Time will tell.
For future reference: Right now I am feeling light-headed due to my discovery. The stinging hormone in my blood vessels seems to be adrenaline. I expect to recover from the shock in two days.