Disclaimer: Nope, not mine, none of it. I'm not even sure I wrote this.

A/N: Apologies to Dagmar and to ScarletDeva, and anyone else who felt left out that I didn't announce I was writing this. Sorry, I was sort of hoping this would slip under the radar. And thanks again to Rach, who promises me this isn't crap. Lord knows I can't tell. Oh, and thanks to TK, who helped me figure out where to go after that last bit.

Diary of the Dumpster

I need to vent to somebody, and I can't. So I am going to write this down and hope it'll help me work things out.

I don't know what happened, what I did to upset her. I think she spent the entire last fight trying not to look at me.

Before all this… stuff came up I was going to ask her out. But then, you know, the whole meeting-aliens-getting-superpowers thing rolled around, and I figured we all had enough to deal with, so I… put it off.

Chickened out, if you want to know the truth. But that's not the point.

The first couple of times we morphed were interesting. Man, what she looks like in that suit… well, let's just say the suit features in my dreams these days. And you try controlling your dick in spandex.

I did get the impression she kind of liked what she saw when we morphed. I'm pretty sure SOMEBODY was staring at my ass. Helmet or not, I could feel it. And I hope to hell it wasn't Billy!

But not now, not any more. And I can't figure out what happened. We were at the Youth Center yesterday and she smiled at the busboy, a guy we go to school with named Richie. Nice guy, really. Let me borrow his history notes. I wanted to kill him.

Not because of the history notes, those were great.

Okay, I just looked over this mess and it's asinine. I think; I'll have to look asinine up later. You'd think, being the leader of Earth's defending team of superheroes, I'd have something more interesting to gripe about than whether the girl I like likes me back, but the one thing I've found is: superpowers don't change who you are, not really.

Today in class Mrs. Applebee had us write an essay on the saying "Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely". It took me forever, because all I could think about was I could give her five good examples to prove it wasn't true, and I'm not allowed to talk about that. Six, if you count Zordon. Though I guess being trapped in a big test tube means you don't have absolute power. In the end I started thinking about Rita, and that got me going. She's created a Ranger of her own now. Which is interesting, and kind of sad. That fits in with the saying pretty well, because she has all this power, enough to create a Ranger, and all she can think of to do with it is try to conquer.

I feel sorry for the guy, more than anything else. I wish I knew who he was. If there was a way I could get him to work with us rather than try to kill us Rita wouldn't stand a chance. As it is he's going to get stomped.

In other news, there's a new kid in class, name of Tommy. What a jerk. And wouldn't you know Kim goes all starry-eyed over him. For her sake I'll try to get to know the guy, but I doubt we'll ever be friends.

I don't know, I don't think this journal is helping as much as I thought it would. But I promised myself I'd do it for a while, so… I'll be back.