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Entry the second, eighteen night cycles since moving in to Titans Tower.

Salutations again, friend Diary. Though, I have been told that you do not have the feelings and that I am not needing to make the greetings to you. The idea of not having the feelings is very hard to understand. Though you are not of the animate, I have known many things like so back on Tamaran that have the feelings. Though perhaps that has always been my own feelings of the friendship toward them. After returning from our mission, I did the showing of the diary to Raven and asked her many questions. Questions which she gave answers to, sometimes answers that gave the feelings of the confusion. Most importantly, she has told me I am not to do the showing again, that the diary is of the private kind of thing. Private things have been some of the hardest things for me to understand since my arrival.

When I showed friend Raven, she did a making of the stink about privacy, but she did still read it. The sections where I wondered how the diary felt about being the written upon made her do the laugh. I was confused, most often when humans make the laugh at me, I have done something of great embarrassment. Such as not understanding their odd figures of the speech or sitting on one of Beast Boy's cushions of the whoopie. When I told Raven this, she assured me that she laughed because my behavior was that of the children. The personification of the inanimate is, as she tells me, the cute and the childish. It did not stop my embarrassment to be called the cute, especially by friend Raven. However, when she did the reading of my section about her and feeling the like about her, it was her turn to feel the embarrassed. I tried to do the getting to of the bottom about why, but she said she was not the person for me to do the asking. I asked her who was, but she seemed to not know how to answer. When pressed, she explained that the liking was of the private, but that made less of the sense. I have seen couples doing the affection when out on a mission, they do not make their feelings the private.

After Raven excused herself to do the meditation, I looked on the net of the inter about what it is to feel the liking for someone. These results were even more confusing than when I spoke to Raven about it.

It seems that when humans feel the liking toward somebody else, they wish to do rituals of the courtship with them. There seem to be hundreds of these rituals, so many that I suspect if I tried them all, I would never finish them. It seems that more are come up with every moment. Some are easy, like the hugs and the kisses, but some like the Netflix and the chill seem lengthy. It seems as well that many of them are of reproductive nature, which also seems to be of the private for most people not on the net of the inter.

This is also something that is of the confusing for me, I have the trouble understanding human bodies. They are both far more flexible and malleable in some aspects and far more limited in the others. They are far less susceptible to illness, and their bodies can overcome it without the soup containing the Glibshar feathers. However, they are often the victims to the restrictions both biological and mental. From what I have seen on the net of the inter, most of them cannot or do not make the changing of their reproductive organs. For a Tamaranean, we need merely re-perform the transformation and we can change our bodies to more suit the needs of our partner. For a human, their inability to do the transformation means they have placed a great value on the procreation of a courtship. I have seen some footage on the net of the inter where humans have engaged in a relationship which is non-procreative, but some seem to view this as less the real than procreative relationships. After my visiting of friend Raven, I looked up a number of courtship practices involving a pair of females. It seems that these relationships hold some manner of the taboo to humans. I will have to ask Raven if she would prefer a male partner, though she may not answer. Relationships between two females seem to share many rituals of the courtship with every other kind, though there seem to be more cats involved than male-female and less wrestling in rooms of the locker than male-male. Perhaps I shall go ask the others what kind of partner they prefer. I am not the opposed to either cats or wrestling.

I have found that the net of the inter is a far better source of information than anything else I have ever seen! Far better than even the archives of Tamaran. However, the information I find can often contradicts itself. For example, some of the experts in the courtship claim I should be mean to people to get them to like me, while others say I should be kind. Perhaps it changes depending on the target, but the experts that call for the meanness all seem to have the great sadness to them. Even if they do not declare themselves to be the sad, I have begun to be able to do the reading of the emotion. Not only does the net of the inter have many people who will do the telling of how the courtship works, there are many sites of the web that show them in video form. It gives me the confusion that not all of them are on one site, it seems like there should be some resource that collects all of the information on the courtship.

On Tamaran, as soon as we finish the transformation (after eighteen year cycles), reproduction is simply part of the courtship. Perhaps not even that, it is merely part of the living. One can feel the like for another without wishing to do the procreation with them just as much as one can wish to do the procreation with one they do not feel the like for. Humans, at least those who do not have the great sadness, seem to believe that to have the both is the best. While I agree, and I do not like to do the agreeing with those that would see meanness as important to the courtship, I think that the advocates of the meanness may have part of the correctness. The procreation is a fact of the biology, the liking may make it more enjoyable but it is not needed. As a princess, I did not like many of my potential mates, but many of them would have made for good reproduction. Likewise, I did not wish to procreate with my family, but I did feel the like for all of them. It is confusing, the liking is a concept that is too much the broad.

Perhaps I am writing too much of the liking? It is what is most on my mind, especially recently. I suspect that my proximity to human beings and my time apart from other Tamaraneans may be making me feel "the ryshlorvaccs." The wild yearning. For once, the archives of Tamaran have the advantage over the net of inter, as there is almost no information about Tamaraneans on the line. In the archives, I read once that we are more having the susceptibility to the feelings and urges of other races than any other species. For example, if Beast Boy spends too long as what he calls a Seagull, I begin to feel the longing for the fries of french, like he says he does. In Tamaran, where we did not do the suppression of the impulses like they do here, this was not an issue, even though none back home know the joys of the fries of french. However, as I have already written of on the last page and even this page, when I tell my friends of my feelings, they seem like they do not know what to do with them. Raven once told me of teenage boys and their hormones, the chemicals that make them have the feelings. She said it made the teenage boys think with their crotches. When I asked if the movement of their brain was a painful process, she laughed at me again. When I asked if teenage girls also had the hormones, she said that they do, but they worked differently. Instead of thinking with their crotches, the teenage girls do the "fighting and backstabbing and all that other cheerleader stuff."

Though I do not have the desire to do the fighting and the backstabbing, I wonder if I am not influenced by the hormones anyway. My brain has not moved to my crotch, but if what she said was one of the figures of the speech, I may know what she was speaking of. I feel more inclined to agree and appease if it means that I can do the procreation with people. I once explained the concept of the ryshlorvaccs to Cyborg when he asked me about what it was like to be away from home. He described it as sounding like the "caught being down bad". I do not know what he meant, but when I said that his doing the dishes when it was Raven's turn also sounded like this, he was the embarrassed. It seems that humans view the being down bad as a negative thing, but they also seem the unwilling to admit it and simply ask to procreate. Perhaps if he is down bad again, I will offer to do the procreation with him. It may help both of us to no longer be the down, or at least to be the down less badly.

Alas, even after noticing I was writing very much about the liking, I have not yet done the changing of the subject. It is, unfortunately, the dominant in my mind, I have the great trouble thinking about anything else at times!

Since the diary friend is meant to help me ease in to my life on Earth, perhaps I should do more of the talking about what I do and less of the talking about how I feel. Even though I have been told the diary cannot hear me, I still wish to give it the explaining of who it is getting to know. While my strength was quite average for Tamaran, on Earth it seems I am powerful enough to be quite exceptional. Most humans do not have the powers. Some have the powers, such as friend Raven. Some get them, such as friend Beast Boy. Some are given them, like friend Cyborg. But most, like friend Robin, simply do not have anything that makes them the exception from the people of the common. Perhaps this is what makes Robin so exceptional, that he is able to do the holding of his own alongside all of these people with greater natural gifts than he has been given. It is more admirable to have achieved what he has through the hard work and not the luck. Though none of my other friends would call what they have the luck.

Because we are having the qualities of the exceptional, Robin has organized us into a team that serves to protect those that do not. The people of the common. It is most the noble, and far the better in my eyes than a life of rulership. Why, just the day of yester, after writing in friend Diary, we stopped the doers of the evil from the robbing of the shop of pizza. One of them was wearing a costume that made him like the wall of the bricks! He seemed quite upset when I accused him of being the lame-o, but it made my friends do the laugh. While it did not take us long to stop him, the owner of the shop rewarded us all with pizza that he did not charge us the money for, and we fell asleep after eating it while watching the television. If I could take but one human invention back to Tamaran to prove that they are inventors of the great genius, it would not be the net of inter or the television, it would be pizza! Beast Boy has told me that pizza is something that everybody feels the love for, and that was when I knew it was not the opposite day.

However, the pizza made us all the tired. Very the tired. I apologize for leaving the last page unfinished, but I could not resist the song of the sirens that it did the singing to me. None of us did. I wanted to fall asleep with my head in friend Robin's lap, like the Tamaranean custom of the gluttony sleep often involves. This seemed to make him the nervous, but friend Raven allowed me to. It was comforting to partake in a Tamaranean ritual again, even if Raven's legs being the bare made her warn me that the customary drooling would be very much the gross.

When I woke up, all of my friends were deep in the gluttony sleep, but not all had chosen to partake in the customary drooling. I made sure to wipe my drool off of Raven's legs so she would not think of me as the gross. Though, after the sweating and the grease that the pizza brought about, I did feel more of the gross than usual. My shirt in particular had begun to cling most unpleasantly to my skin, so I removed it for subjection to the process of the washing. When I turned off the television, since it had started playing most objectionable content since we had fallen asleep mid-episode of World of Fungus, it seemed to wake Beast Boy. When I heard him make the customary groaning of bloated delight, I turned to look at him and noticed that he was performing the pitching of the tent. This has happened a few times to all three of my male friends since I arrived. When he opened his eyes and saw my lacking of a shirt and exposed grebnacks, he seemed to become very much the flustered. I told him that he was doing a most admirable pitching of the tent, but he did not seem to take this as a compliment. Instead, he changed forms to that of a hawk and fled the room most expediently. I am unsure if my comment was on the outside of the line, but I also know that exposed grebnacks can affect people who do not expect to see them. I decided not to risk the grebnack exposure with the rest of my friends, as they would be incapable of avian escape, and went to my room. When I did the knocking on Beast Boy's door to apologize after having performed the application of the pajama shirt, I heard the sounds of one of his "long showers." I waited for him to turn the shower off, but the long shower lived up to the name. The ryshlorvaccs were very strong that night.

When I woke up the next morning, I found all but Cyborg had moved to their own room. Cyborg was also doing an admirable pitching of the tent, but I chose not to inform him of this after how Beast Boy had reacted. Somebody had placed the blankets over him, but his pitching of the tent could still be seen through them. When I woke him and asked what he wanted for the breaking of fast, he tried to shift the tent to not be noticeable. I ignored it, pretending I simply did not make the notice.

And that is where I am now. It is hard to do the writing of a diary about the present, as all one is doing is usually the writing. As a result, a diary seems almost a document of the past. It is confusing for me. If the diary is the private, why would I tell myself of the past as I have experienced it? Surely it would be comprised of things I already have the knowing of. Perhaps in the writing these things, I may have better the understanding of them when more time has passed. If that is "the case" then it seems no more than an ongoing conversation of myself with a past self that cannot respond. Perhaps I shall only do the showing of some parts of it to the others? Since the diary seems to be the magic, I find that what I have written in it becomes the readable on friend Computer. My only hope is that if it is truly the private, that friend Computer would not do the fighting and the backstabbing like the teenage girls do and let other people do the reading. I will have to ask the others about the diary, it is full of the mystery.

I do not know if I should say goodbye now that the entry is over? It does not feel the complete to end the entry without the exchange of the parting words. And if I write the parting words on the page, not only have I written the farewell to the diary, but I can read it back and feel as though the diary is also saying the farewell to me.

Good Bye!