I have fallen into the titular ring mentioned above. It is a dark, slippery area in which the pit one must fall through to reach this ring is housed, and someone has shoved me in head first. With no device to extinguish these flames that my inner mind can provide me with, I seem stuck here, and most likely will be for quite a while more.

She is... beautiful. I look forward to seeing her as the sun looks forward to seeing its children each morning. I wait, breath bated, until fourth hour; Advanced Biology 1 is our sole class together. It is wondrous. To have found someone with which one can carry on hypothetical conversations with intelligently in a small semi-southern town (as where I dwell).

The wormhole in the fabric here, however, is that I cannot speak to her. Not even in my own mental simulations is she approachable. The words come distorted and lag-ridden as I devote all of my narcissisticly vast mental resources to maintaining the precariously delicate balance that is the upright form of H. Sapiens. I hope to establish meaningful vocal communication by the end of the year; a lofty goal indeed.

But it is truly... Amazing. Distracting? Interfering with my normal operation? Perhaps. It is... complicated. It is not that I have not felt love before, but that I have not contained said emotion for so long. Combined with my recent reconnection to the Internet (and therefore the ensuing mental renaissance), this has produced most peculiar effects within my lone 10 TB storage capacity.

Hmmm... I hope to resolve it all soon.