My Baby

Dear Journal,

I can't sleep...My dreams are becoming a real problem lately. Intense would be a good word to describe them...

SOOO, I thought you all might like to see my baby. I'll warn you she's beautiful...WA-BAM!

I know, she's gorgeous right? She's a 67' Mustang Fastback, featuring one of the first big block engines a 390ci, double exhaust, custom rims, decals, and even a full leather interior. The back seats are a little uncomfortable, but it'll get me from point A to point B in one hell of a hurry--and in style.

...Alright, now I'm just stalling...

I've had a crap day...Hell, I still don't even know what to make of it...Everything was going fine, classes were good, I sealed that lease on my new condo. (I'll have moved in by the end of the week.)

I'll spill then.
I met this girl...

Okay, Okay, look. I'm sure you're all like: "Awwww, isn't that sweet!"...But, it's not as stereotypical as that. She's been watching me after practice, so I decided I'd go and talk to her, you know, be friendly.

I asked her out for coffee, things were going okay, then suddenly....I started having these, weird, flashbacks?...No. Visions?...I don't know, they didn't make any sense...

Like snow flakes resting on her face...Her laughter echoing through a snow covered forest....Warm cocoa with chocolate on the bottom of the mug.

Even now, the thought of it makes my head hurt...For some reason when I'm near her, I get these sensations...(Hey. Don't get any wrong ideas...Although she is beautiful...)

Like tastes, smells, things I've felt. Or--I think I've felt.

Anyway, I tried asking her out for coffee...I mean--with everyone treating me so differently lately, I'm kind of alone and she's been showing some real interest in me.Hell she even offered me her own water bottle to help hydrate me after I told her I was getting a head-ache...

It was sweet.

Then she told me: "Vincent...You have to stay away from me. It's just better if you stay away from me and stop ... trying to be in my life."

So, I said: "How could you know if my life was better without you in it, if you're not even willing to try?"

(Cute, I know right?...)

But the thing is, when she left me, I felt like we had already had this discussion before...I got a little dizzy, my eyes stung with tears...And I'm not sure what heart-break feels like; admittedly I've never had a serious girlfriend, but the feeling I had when I got into my car afterword, I'm pretty sure was close to it.

I've never met this girl. Hell, I could barely recall her name. (It's Robin, by the way.)

Something weird is going on here and I'm pretty sure she's involved somehow. I'm going to find out what it is, and get to the bottom of it.

I'll keep you informed,
Cheers,
-Vincent 

Memory Loss

Dear Journal,

God, I must have been to one hell of a party a couple days ago, in that Church basement, because I remember nothing about it.

I must have made a right ass out of myself though, because Caleb, Israel, Chantel, and Tobias keep looking at me like I've got an arm growing out of my head.

Whatever it is that I did though, no one is talking.

Their loss I guess, I mean we used to be so close, was it that bad?

(Maybe I kissed that Chantel chick?...I think her Tobias, and Israel have a thing going.)

I guess since this is my first journal entry ever, (I'm not even sure why I wanted to write one in the first place) I guess I'll explain a little about me.

I'm a pretty stereotypically handsome--if I do say so myself--17 year old, 5"11-Rugby nut.

I love my car, an old '67 Mustang fastback, I like getting out to practice after classes and I thought I was pretty popular with my closest friends, until recently.

NOTE TO SELF!: I've got to remember to give that lawyer a call back about the old house.

Anyway, enough about them...I also think this girl in my class likes me. But I mean, not in the usual way.

She keeps staring at me when she thinks I'm not looking, like I've got a volcano of a zit on my face that's about to explode. (It's making me absurdly self-conscious for some reason.)

Funny enough though, when I go to try and talk to her, she disappears like fog in the wind. (Whoa, easy on the metaphors there Vincent!)

ANOTHER NOTE TO SELF!: That loft apartment that Mom was talking about has gone up for sale on King and Church. I should get on top of seeing if I can seal that lease.

Anyway, I'll guess I'll keep you informed,
 Sincerely? Yours? (Fuck, how does someone end these things?)
Cheers?

-Vincent