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[28 Apr 2002|11:09pm] |
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I am now connected to the Internet in this place. Nice white walls. I got myself a marker, though. The wall to my left is just big enough to house Willow's name written 1,356 times. I had to actually size the last "Rosenberg" so that it would fit.
Correctional center, is that so? I'm a seventeen year old genius, I can see I don't need correction. I'm glad I wasn't put directly in jail because of my age .. technically a minor here. What is the problem here? I'm fine. :)
Still keeping tabs via journal. It would have been quasi-cool if Willow was the one to get all hot, bothered and angry on my ass. Least she would have touched me. Once you touch, you never go back, baby.
More on this tomorrow.
-K.
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| Peek-A-Boo |
[24 Apr 2002|06:21pm] |
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I know she's internally thinking, I can sense it. I'm not stupid. After all those Occult Study classes I took to keep an eye on Willow .. I know what kind of levels I'm working with. Her feet have been soaking in cold water for every fifty-five minutes to keep her concentration broken. There's a five minute 'breathing' period in-between. It's not like I'm a frickin psycho or anything.
Talks about killing me with cartoons. I think Willow needs a new selection of friends.
Or maybe just me.
Just me. That sounds nice. It will be just her and I...
No one ever used to play hide and seek with me when I was a child. I loved playing hide and seek. I love it even more now.
Willow can't ever hide, I always seek... and I always hide.
K.
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| Ye-haw! |
[23 Apr 2002|03:50pm] |
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Have you ever been to a carnival when you were little? You ride the rides, you eat the cotton candy, you play games... asking mommy if you can ride the pony, but she says 'no'. She fricken says no to an 8 year old who wants to ride a fricking pony. She takes you to see the clowns instead. "Get a balloon hat made, Kev!" she says. "I don't want one." I think back. I DON'T WANT A STUPID BALLOON HAT, MOTHER!!!
I never got to ride the pony.
But she...
I'll get.
Her...
I've got.
In her bed I watch her cry from the window. So hurt... like a little boy without his pony...
GIDDY UP PARTNER!!!!! We're going for a ride!
K.
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| Ungrateful Bitch |
[21 Apr 2002|10:37pm] |
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In case anyone else didn't notice, Willow personally uninvited me (though her journal) from her little "Red Cafe" get together. As if I wasn't going to be there. As if she'd be able to notice if I was. As if I didn't pay the manager off for hiring her just so I could make it a little easier on myself to watch her and make sure she's not getting into any trouble.
Fucking ungrateful.
She needs me. How obvious can it get?
I am her sun and the eclipse, it has been removed...
K.
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| ://Logged IN |
[15 Apr 2002|08:40pm] |
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You'd never guess the cause of my disappearance. Then again, I'm not one to admit my plans. Not yet anyhow. Not yet. You're better off guessing. Okay, okay, you twisted my arm. Ow, ow, OW. I was fixing my logs for last week:
April 10th, 2002
Time: 7:20 - Kitchen Bar
With: Self
Wearing: Sushi Pajamas (note: hole on right leg at knee)
Action: Eating Cheerios (note: one tablespoon of sugar), reading Sunnydale Times (note: reread third paragraph three times before moving on)
Time: 8:32am - Occult Studies
With: Tara
Wearing: Black and purple sweater, long black skirt (note: purchased back on May 15th)
Action: Making that gorgeous head of hers pulsate with education.
Time: 1pm - Starbucks
With: Amy
Wearing: Same
Action: Eating lunch - total cost $5.30 (note: approx. 3 pieces of food were spat as she spoke to Amy)
April 11th, 2002
Time: 12pm - Bedroom
With: Tara
Wearing: Nothing
Action: *grumble* I'd rather not say.
Time: 2:30pm - Bedroom
With: Tara
Wearing: Same
Action: Searching for peasant top to answer the door in.
Time: 4:00pm - Front Room
With: Tara, Faith, Miss Kitty, Buffy Bot
Wearing: Wrinkled peasant top and dirty pants from floor - needed to find clothing after *grumbles* to quickly answer door.
Action: Playing with Miss Kitty after thanking Faith approx. 24 times verbally and 3 times physically.
April 12th, 2002
Time: 9:30 - 1:30pm - Classes
With: Tara and Self
Wearing: Maroon silky-esque shirt, 3/4 length sleeves with an embossed golden, Western religious elephant (note: tag cut off and frayed at ends)
Action: Thinking of me and possibly writing "I love Kevin" over and over in small point, black and blue pens alternating each line.
Time: 1:56pm - Buffy Residence, front yard
With: Me from afar (note about self: forged military license = a plus)
Wearing: Same (note: coffee--double mocha latte--dripped on top right breast)
Action: Entering the front door (note: left foot always step before right onto stairs)
Time: 8:00pm - Bronze
With: Buffy, Tara, Xander, Anya, Terry, Buffy Bot, Faith, Cordelia, Amy, Spike, Dawn
Wearing: Black semi-goth gear
Action: None recorded due to my own... action.
April 13th, 2002
Time: 8:24am - Bedroom
With: A sleeping lesbian
Wearing: Long t-shirt, Teddy Bear Picnic print
Action: Logging into LJ (note: new password *********) to report night of hot dancing and semi-humping lesbian girlfriend. (note: reread post approx. 12 times before submitting entry)
Time: 3:23pm - Kitchen
With: Buffy and Dawn
Wearing: Something of Tara's, not quite sure how to describe it.
Action: Still raving about hot dancing with friends and semi-humping lesbian girlfriend (note: notched a total of 4 "ew"s and 8 sighs from Dawn)
Time: 10:00pm - Bathroom
With: Self
Wearing: Reoccurring t-shirt with Teddy Bear Picnic print
Action: Brushing teeth - always clockwise, up and down, bottom left molars first moving on to top, etc. (note: spitting 3 times before rinse)
April 14th, 2002
Time: 11:45am - Dash Ave.
With: Me (if only she knew...)
Wearing: My lip quivers at the sight...
Action On way to submit applications to Starbucks and Red Cyber Cafe
That's as far as I had gotten. There was more important Willowbusiness to take care of. More on this tomorrow.
K.
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| The Real Me in You |
[09 Apr 2002|07:49pm] |
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Enough with the "geek act" I put on in my first entry. I know Willow's compulsive. I knew if she found out that I had a journal she'd look right away, and probably not acknowledge it much after that. Yes, she is very much compulsive, indeed.
Let's meet again shall we? The name is Kevin. I attend UC Sunnydale. I am currently seeking my degree in something other than what my class schedule reflects. I set in motion for 'Rosenberg Studies', an in depth look at Craft in today's society, but was ultimately turned down by the dean. Can they not see what passion lies behind its epic tale? She would have been there; with bells on. Thus, I have opted for a few other classes that do not peek my interest. But who says the peel tastes better than the fruit? It doesn't. It's what's beyond the peel; the sweet flow of beauty, taste, and touch.
One day it will be her touch.
K.
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| Yeah baby! |
[08 Apr 2002|04:17pm] |
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I saw her, I saw her! I was far away, but yeah, it's a good thing I bought that camera with super, extra zoom. Paid a pretty penny for it, but believe me, it was worth it. I got some photos of her leaving. I love when she wear that blue fluffy sweater.
She was coming out from the Magic Box. Ted, the guy who works at Starbucks is such a great guy. He always has my table near the window open for when I stake out. What an awesome dude!
I'm Kevin. I found out that Willow had a journal so I decided to get one. It's like built in Willowvisionfor my computer. It's equipped with all the info a guy could ever hope for to make his wet dreams come true!
I'll go call her. I need "help" on my homework. She's not the brightest crayon in the box. What geek needs help with homework?
She's always home at this time.
--Kevinator
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