July 2 1992

Dear Journal,

I believe girls are the most complicated beings in this dimension and most likely many others (except possible the shrimp dimension. I don't know if female shrimp are all that complicated.) I mean one minute you love them, they love you, then the next minute you are destined to marry another girl you never like, and you can never be with the girl you love cause you are from two totally different worlds. Then even when you work in the same building you never see her because you have the crappy jobs, and have a big suspicion she memorized your schedule because she is avoiding you.

Raise your hand you wish you were 8 when girls were yucky and you though you'd never like them.

Thought so

Plus like being 18 isn't confusing enough. Try being 18 and having all your memories till you die. Then we'll talk about confusing.

Of course my life has never been clear, never. Isn't life supposed to become clearer once you get out of school? I honestly don't know. Well actually know that I think about it, there's a lot of thing I don't know. I mean ask me to translate Latin into German, or Ancient Japanese into a Chaos demon tongue and Yeh I'm your boy for it.

Yet ask me why the sky is blue (no seriously I don't know why the sky is blue) or why fathers can sometimes be your greatest enemy, or why I get all tongue tied around a girl when I in the future I am confident and I am not afraid of girls, I don't believe I can answer that. I mean, in the future I am not afraid of girls, they just fascinate me. Yet now in the past I am once more tongue tied, and I remember everything! I mean everything, as in Cordy, Virginia, that blond I slept with when I got really drunk, even...Lilah. So I really don't know that much at all.

Dam Girls

So I Wesley James Wyndam Pryce am I complete failure of a man. A failure as a watcher? Not yet, a man? Defiantly.

Oliver Pure my roommate, and best friend since first year says I need to loosen up. I mean of course I have defiantly since I have gotten back my memory, I mean I no longer where tweed and suits. Yet there was only one being I am totally comfortable, and can be myself with.

Winifred Amanda Burkle. I don't know why, and for some odd reason I can't explain it. I think (this is a theory of course) it's because she isn't just a lover of mine. She wasn't just a girlfriend. Fred for the longest time was my best friend. And I think that just makes me comfortable with her. Yet ever since February 15, my life hasn't been comfortable at all. It's been confusing, scary, world changing and dizzy.

Dam Girls

I being a watcher, of course have many other theories. One involving us being soul mates, and another with her being possible identical hand twin in another life. (Long story). Yet Oliver Pure my best friend, whom is a watcher of course though not the smartest, says that I really need to get over her.

He doesn't know everything. He just knows there was this girl I was crazy about and had written to everyday for the past year and we had broken up after Valentines, because of Ashley, the girl I am dethroned to.

Fred tells me when girls break up with guys they eat chocolate, watch chick-flicks and hang out with their girlfriends. I wish boys had it that easy. No we go out and get drunk as hell and wake-up the next morning with the most mind-blowing headache ever known. (I forget in this body I can't hold my liquor) Then the next day we stay in and watch those detective shows with old guys in it all day. Then the third day we're supposedly good enough to move on with life while it takes girls weeks to move on. I don't understand why people are so stereotypical that men have hearts of stone when really we don't. Or well it least I don't. But then again I'm 18, gawky, clumsy, and unsure of myself. It least when I am not around Fred.

It's been 7 months and all I can still think about is she.

Dam Girls

I work as an intern though for the council in there small office in down town London. We're actually a lot like AI. We help the helpless or what ever that logo was. I never quite got it, that was usually Cordelia's job. We handle the small stuff while the council handles the apocalypses, the slayers and ECT. Usually I go in, go to my boss, get a book, go to the basement of the offices, go through a small portal, end up in the Councils HQ library (most extensive library in the world) and translate the book. I don't mind really, it's easy. I also have a job as a tutor to bring in some money. I tutor these two kids, Ethan whom is 13, and Isabel whom is 9. Spoiled brats if you ask me yet then again no one ever does.

Oly, (Oliver Pure, I call him Oly) says I should get out more. If only he knew. Most nights after work I go to "The Cart" which is this old abandon subway station under big Ben. I go they're to be myself, and research why the bloody hell I am here in the past and not in heaven or where ever I was suppose to be. I meet Spike there every Friday. As much as I hate to say it. I missed Spike, damm it, I said it. He's pure honesty, and always saying what he is thinking oddly reminds me of Cordelia. Though he is incredibly annoying he is like the little brother I never had. Well, technically since he is older then me-never mind I am blabbering again. You will find I do that quite often in my journal entries, I think it's from hanging out with Fred to long.

I would give Spike notes, and he would give them to Fred. Then Fred would write notes and give them to Spike and he would give them to me. I once tried writing stuff on my notes to Fred like. Under a complete translation of 2 verses in an ancient Chinese Scroll I wrote "How Are You?" she never wrote back, in fact when I got the scroll back, she had erased it.

Dam Girls

I don't believe I should write any more entries this length. Maybe I should actually write what I did the day and not go on and on and on about how completely and utterly life sucks.

Dam Girls


Authors Note: Sorry it took me so long to finally get this up. I hope you guys like this one as much as the last one.