Disclaimer: I (still) don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

A/N: Hopefully this isn't boring or out of character. Columbia is my favorite character, and I want to do her justice.

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Monday March/?/1974

Dear diary,

Today was pretty normal.

Unfortunately, I'd forgotten to pick out an outfit yesterday. So I got up about an hour before usual (which isn't fun). The outfit I ended up wearing consisted of a glittery t-shirt I'd bought in New York City ages ago; a dark grey vest; black and grey pinstripe shorts; sheer black stockings; and my usual rhinestone-adorned tap shoes.

Once the day's fashion was sorted out, I went downstairs in search of breakfast. Today that meant scrambled eggs and toast. Magenta must be mad at me. Or maybe she just doesn't understand that few foods are more unpleasant than room temperature scrambled eggs.

Of course, rather than attempting to make my own breakfast, I did end up eating it. Being a terrible cook isn't a good thing.

I found Magenta dusting the Library's many shelves. That's the room where nearly all the books here are kept. It's the sort of place you wouldn't expect to find in a castle like this. No, more the sort of thing you might see in an old fashioned mansion.

The Library is strangely beautiful. Unlike a 'real' library, silence isn't enforced or even suggested by anyone. Yet you still get the feeling that you aren't supposed to talk too loudly. You feel like it might annoy the books, strange as that sounds.

"I zink zat new boy likes you," Magenta said, as I entered the room.

That sure got my attention. "Really?"

"Yes," she replied vaguely.

"How do you know?" I asked, desperate to find out more.

She shrugged. "I just do."

That's the last she'd say on the subject. I wondered briefly if she was up to something sinister. Then she suddenly changed the topic of conversation, which distracted me.

"Have you read any good books lately?" Magenta asked.

My eyes widened in surprise. "What? Since when do you ask about books?"

She raised an eyebrow. "I can read, you know. You've seen that shelf in my room."

"Yeah…"

"The point is that I think you'll be able to stay sane longer if you read something. A good book can metaphorically take you away from your own troubles, some people say."

Her random advice made me suspect that maybe she had some mad plot in mind. She was definitely up to something.

I ate lunch with Eddie. Today we spoke about random, trivial things.

"Do you ever go to the pictures?" I asked him.

"Yeah. Though my uncle stop letting me live with him- said I was old enough to survive on my own- I used to go to the pictures all the time. Last film I saw was this thing called 2001: A Space Odyssey. Still don't know what it was about…."

I chuckled. "Magenta and I watched that nonsense last Saturday. I still don't get it!"

"I think it's a- whatzitcalled? Thingy that symbolizes stuff. Whatever it symbolizes is too confusing for me, though."

"It confused me, too," I replied, smiling slightly.

After lunch I went and practiced my tap dance routine. I kept wondering when the next party would be.

For some reason I only danced for half the time I'd planned to today. I guess I'm tired or something. My mind kept wandering and I couldn't focus on my feet. Silly, isn't it? To my annoyance, I keep thinking about two certain people.

Frank is physically attractive and has an air of mystery to him. The fact that he's sometimes heartless and spiteful only makes his more interesting.

It's like that guy in that one strange book we read in sophomore year (that's the last year I attended high school). Wuthering Heights it's called. This character called Heathcliff isn't nice at all… yet, according to my English teacher, he's got a million fangirls. That's not exactly like Frank, of course. But when I really think about it, I'm nothing more than something to entertain him. I try not to think about it.

Eddie, on the other hand… he's actually nice. He's adorable and perfectly ordinary. Something about him is just so cute. The fact that he's a bit fat isn't really important. You see, it's his personality that matters. Ha! It's been years since I cared about personality. The bands I traveled with were made up of attractive guys. And they were nearly all total bastards. Seems like I've finally found the boyfriend I've always wanted.

Of course, I'm supposed to be Frank's devoted groupie. I'm not allowed to 'get involved' with his other 'playthings'. If I do, I might get kicked out. That means no stable source of food, no guarantee of a safe place to sleep… none of the other luxuries I have here at the castle.

Yeah, my pathetic new crush on Eddie made dinner awkward. Especially when Frankie started flirting with both of us at nearly the same time.

Something about Frank is hypnotizing. When he looks at me a certain way or says a certain thing I can't help but forget how he's hurt me.

It scares me.

After dinner, I went to my room. Magenta was there, painting her nails. That reminds me… my red nail polish is chipping. I'll fix it tomorrow. Right now I want to read more of that book with the painter character. It's a good distraction from real life.

So I'd better stop writing now.

- Columbia (a groupie)

A/N: Though originally released in 1968, 2001: A Space Odyssey was re-released in January 1974. That movie is just so weird that I thought it fit with the "everything is so strange I can't keep track of my sanity" theme of this fanfiction.

Yes, I seriously look up when movies are from just to keep my fanfics historically accurate.

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