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Friday ?/?/1974

Dear diary,

So, nothing worth noting had happened since Tuesday... until today.

Frankie is home!

Just the fact that he's back puts me in a great mood. Strange as it is, I often feel like life is pointless without him. I devote far too much thought to him, I suppose. When he's away I worry a lot. I'll also do stupid things, like almost overdose in the Zen Room.

I think it's because he rescued me. If he hadn't picked me up in his pick-up truck, I would still be half-starved. Of course, he wasn't really nice at first. But after he began, for brief amounts of time, acting like he cared about me I couldn't help but fall in love with him. I love him too much.

It actually scares me sometimes. I get really worried when he truly ignored me.

To my horror, he ignored me when I greeted him at the door today.

Apparently he met a guy on the trip. I was a bit worried when I first found this out. Then I actually met the guy at dinner this evening. He's chubby, clumsy, not very smart... yet really sweet! Plus, he's not a threat. He's not going to get in the way of my relationship with Frankie. For some reason, as a project, Frank has decided to turn this rather low-class kid into a sophisticated young man.

His name is Edward Davis Scott, by the way. But we call him 'Eddie'.

After dinner, Frank went to the lab to go over a folder of science notes he'd retrieved on the trip he'd gone on. Eddie and I were left alone in the dining room.

"So…" I said. "Where did you meet Frank?"

"He ordered a pizza for dinner one time, but forgot all about that when he saw me. Apparently he decided to teach me to be some sort o' upper class out of pure boredom. I only agreed to run away with him 'cause my uncle was getting a bit to involved in my social life," he explained.

"Right."

We chatted aimlessly for a while. From what I could tell, he didn't really know much about Frank. Though he seemed to like him. Looks wise, at least.

Eddie is cute… in a pathetic way. Like a puppy with a broken leg whose stuck at a dreadful animal shelter where it might die of blood poisoning. Actually, he's nothing like that. I don't know where I got such a morbid idea.

Hanging out with a vampirish alien girl is making me a bit weird.

Speaking of Magenta, I went straight to our room after talking to Eddie. Since it was kind of late at that point we didn't even talk to each other. I just wrote this diary entry.

- Columbia (a groupie)

Saturday ?/?/1974

Dear Diary,

Today was pretty boring. Yeah, Frankie is back at home. But we haven't really seen much of each other. He's been busy in the lab, researching some project. Magenta claims that her brother does more work than 'ze master'. For some reason I can't help but believe her when it comes to that.

Whatever.

So nothing really happened all day. I spent most of it chatting with Magenta.

Like many Saturdays, Mag and I spent the evening watching a film. This time it was 2001: A Space Odyssey. That film is so… I don't even know. It makes your brain hurt. The space-baby-whatever at the end… my God I don't even know what that movie is meant to be about. There's this computer who goes crazy called HAL 9000… and he wouldn't let anything get in the way of his mission.

My brain hurts!

Clever old Magenta finds the film amusing.

"It's not zat confusing. You humans are so silly!" she told me.

"Then what's the meaning of it?" I asked.

"Something involving… something…" Mags replied vaguely.

At this, I giggled. "You don't know!"

She rolled her eyes. "That's the sort of picture that's not meant to be understood."

Once the movie had ended we played a board game called 'Clue'. Of course, that wasn't very fun. We only have about earthling three board games.

After that, I wrote this.

- Columbia (a groupie)

A/N: Though I haven't seen it in a while, I remember that 2001: A Space Odyssey is very, very, very, very weird. It's from 1968 and famous for being a film hippies would go to whilst stoned. I don't know why I thought Magenta and Columbia would like to watch it, though...

Sunday ?/March/1974

Dear Diary,

Today I figured out what month it is! It's March! Of course, I'm still not sure about the date.

But it's still awesome to know what month it currently is.

God, hardly a year ago I would've never said that. But I try not to think about the outside world too much. When I do, I always become ridiculously sad. That annoys everyone- including my roommate, who I'm closest with. It's best not to annoy the only person here who's always nice to me.

Whatever.

I should probably explain how I figured out that it's March. Well, it was all because of Eddie. We ate lunch together today. Magenta ate with us too, of course. But she hasn't warmed up to Eddie yet, so she won't really speak when he's around. As far as I know she's like that with everyone. It took a while for her to be comfortable talking to me, when Frankie first brought me home. I wonder how long ago that was.

Anyway… on with the story!

So, at lunch, I decided to ask Eddie about the outside world. That was a bit of a challenge, since I didn't want to give anything away. I was pretty sure he doesn't know about the aliens yet. But then, just as I was about to speak, he asked a question.

"Are you an alien, too?"

That really surprised me. How did he know that they were aliens? Frankie didn't tell me until weeks after I got here. At least, I think it was weeks.

"No. I'm a normal earthling… like you," I explained, after a moment.

"Hm."

We sat in odd silence for a while. It was then that Riff came looking for his sister. She left the room with him. Now, Eddie and I were alone.

"How long have you been here?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. It's really annoying," I replied unhappily.

"Do you remember what month you met Frank?"

I thought about this for a moment. "It was late summer or early autumn. Probably September. I'm not really sure. Everything before the castle seems like a partially forgotten dream. Pretend…"

"Right now it's March. If ya did end up here in September, that's seven months livin' in this place," he said thoughtfully.

Only few seconds later, Mags returned to the room. Frankie wanted to 'see me'. An hour after that, I went back to my room.

There I read a random book for a few hours. Magenta has a bookshelf with all different earthling books on it. Most of them are weird. The one I began to read was about this painter who painted a picture of this guy he was clearly in love with. It wasn't very interesting, and I only read about a chapter.

After that was dinner. Frank went on and on about some science project he's working on. Nobody else got a chance to talk. It was so boring I zoned out for most of it.

Ah! Magenta is complaining about the 'pencil scratching noise'. I'd better stop writing...

- Columbia (a groupie)

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