Still Grounded

Just when I thought I was a successful disciplinarian, Madison decided to do something rash like sneaking out again. I really do not know what to do with her sometimes. I thought I had made it clear that this Nick fellow she is insistent on seeing is not an adequate mate for her.

She does not follow this advice and openly defies it, claiming she is not looking for a “mate” and that Nick is “a perfectly nice guy” and I just do not understand him. My sister says I am a hypocrite because I am dating her teacher and I do not understand anything about love. I may not understand it, but I know enough to know that the connection I have with April is something special. Nick is a hormonal human teenager that could not begin to comprehend who Madison is.

Madison said if I felt that way, then would I be willing to tell April the truth about where we came from. Of course, I could not do that, not because I do not think April would understand, but because I think she would, and that information is too dangerous for her to know.

Regardless, my sister is still forbidden from seeing Nick until she can control her emotions.

Timpano

My night of fine cuisine has arrived. Thanks to my neighbors and April getting the word out, the invited guests are all bringing appropriate dishes for the occasion. I am in charge of the main course, and it has taken me much of the day to prepare, for today I am undertaking Timpano, a baked pasta dish filled with only the Earth's tastiest ingredients.

Prep time completed around 12:05pm. Guests are set to arrive at 7:00pm, which means with baking and cooling time for the Timpano, it needs to go in the oven at 4:00pm.

At approximately 2:40pm, I went into a panic as I needed to make an emergency run to the store for a cooking thermometer. April was very sweet and kept me calm. Madison, who continues to be angry at me for grounding her for seeing Nick, spent much of her time tasting the ingredients, which of course through my measurements off.

Then, at 4:04pm with the pans filled and the oven preheated, the Timpano went in. More correctly, two Timpanos went in as it turned out I had enough ingredients after all. Madison continued eating the rest.

At 6:00pm the Timpano emerged from the oven and began to cool. I would not know until guests arrived.

Finally, at approximately 7:19pm guests began arriving and the feast was magnificent. I was more pleased with the turnout than I thought I would be. I knew very few of these people, most of them friends of April or of my neighbors Charles and Alice, and there were a few co-workers from school. I came to realize, outside of the few humans I am compelled to interact with on a regular basis, I have not made the effort that my sister has to really get to know people. My sister is of course, the most important part of my life, and I am growing to love April. I have even come to appreciate my neighbors. It feels good to have friends. I think it is time I stopped hiding in my safe, familiar home all the time. It is not only possible but most likely that Madison and I will never go home. We are citizens of this planet now, and it is time I started acting like it.

Gourmet Night

I admit, I have been hiding too much lately. April and I had our first real fight. She of course cannot understand the reason for me staying home and keeping my head down, but apparently that explanation is not good enough. Humans are far to curious. Human females, doubly so.

In attempt to be a little more social, April has convinced me to take my interest in cuisine and host a dinner party. The convincing was more along the lines of deciding for me because she already invited my neighbors Charles and Alice, who took the liberty of inviting everyone else they knew. I must admit, this is an unconventional but brilliant way to maintain my low profile. However, it will cut into my gaming due to the amount of planning it will take.

Morgoth will have to wait. Good cuisine is more important than vendetta.

Nemesis, revisited

After the near disaster the other day, I have decided it is safer to spend more time in the anonymous world of online gaming. Thus, I have returned to my old nemesis, morgoth6977.

Morgoth has gotten cocky, and I was able to return to the Call of Duty arena and best him with a sneak attack while he thought it safe to act as a sniper from afar. Classic case of tunnel vision. He could not see my attack coming. He of course knows to expect me now, but that makes the game all the better. I admit, there is something primal about the challenge of the hunt.

Unfortunately, I have paid so much attention to Morgoth, I did not give as much to April. Females here can sense that. I do no know how, but she knows when my attention is not fully on her. I attempted to explain my game, but that made her angry. I could not possibly explain to her my need to keep a low profile after the events of the other day. In attempt to appease her, I did agree to lessen my time in online games, though I do sneak in some time.

This balancing act that relationships require is difficult. It is a wonder that humans reproduce at the rate they do.

Grounded. Forever

I now have an understanding of the phrase "too much information." My sister has been a little too curious about my relationship with April. At first, I believed it to be genuine concern, and it has progressed into Madison, I believe the term is, "busting my chops."

Madison does have a better understanding of human emotion than I do, and she has pointed out the potential for error in my relationship with April. So, it is for only these matters of emotion that I turn to my younger sister for advice, but she has turned to teasing me relentlessly, particularly on the matter of my relationship progressing to sex. I of course understand at least that much protocol in discussing human emotions and will not discuss the matter. Then, Madison lets it slip. She is having sex, as well! She is having sex with Nick!

I have come dangerously close to breaking mission protocol on few occasions, but this time, I do not understand what emotions must have overcome my senses. I felt the urge to breaking the seal on the plasma weapons locker and disintegrating Nick into his base atomic particles.

I had gotten so far as opening the locker and charging the death ray when Madison finally stopped me. Well, truth be told, it was not just Madison. Douglas was there as well. He came over to discuss a school assignment with Madison and he saw me with the plasma ray. Fortunately, he had fair warning from Madison, or my training might have lead me to disintegrate him, too. I did fire a stray shot that destroyed my mailbox. It too the two of them to restrain me and calm me down.

After I agreed not to de-atomize, particle-shift, or otherwise harm her boyfriend, my sister had a good laugh about it. She thought it was sweet that I was finally acting like a brother and defending her honor. At least, she was pleased until I grounded her.

I do not know how long this will last, but I am thinking forever. Not only am I concerned about this boy Nick having his way with my sister, but we have revealed ourselves to Douglas. He has seen our advanced technology. I do not know what he understands of the situation, but we have to proceed as if the cat is out of the bag. I like Douglas. He is a smart boy, but it is dangerous for him to know who we are. It is more dangerous that others could have potentially known.

Emotions appear to be affecting me more lately. I must be careful not to further compromise ourselves.