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Name: Tenorman
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Interests: I'm a KICK ASS tenor drummer (except for sweeps...never could get those) and I enjoy spending time with my friends
Expertise: Lets see... video games...yeah thats about it...
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Member Since: 9/30/2005

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Tuesday, November 10, 2009

"No, I'll do it. I know what to do and where to go. Besides... I feel responsible..." I said. They nodded in agreement and gave me the equipment I would need. And that's about how I ended up in this ventilation duct... but enough of that, I've got a job to do. I crawl a bit further down towards the target room, sweating from some combination of exhaustion and anticipation. "Those bastards will pay." I keep repeating to myself as I make my way through the last of the winding tubes and drop into a long abandoned stairwell. I hear Aaron's laughter first, quickly followed by his cronies. They're through that door below me... Heh, it's not even closed. They think they're safe, that they got away with it. I crack a small smile knowing full well what was about to transpire. "Fuh-wumph, fuh-wumph", said the surogate grenade launcher as I pumped a couple of canisters of knockout gas into the room. Cursing, followed by panic... then silence. I pulled my mask on, leaped down and tumbled into the room. "All targets down," I reported through a mic on my ear. "Requesting permission for collection". Some brief static followed by a curt "Granted." I smiled grimly as I pulled out the cuffs... finally, some damn justice...

             I'm laughing. My uncle is telling me some joke about sports. We're almost there... he tells my to pull over here. I oblige, eagerly turning into the empty parking lot. He says his goodbyes, and I mine, and he gets out and walks into the early morning fog. "Oh yeah, I need to pick up Sarge!" I say to nobody in particular. So I throw the car back into drive, whip around and head towards the docks. Hey, how hard could a big ol' retired military boat be to find? After a short drive, I find it. Sure enough, it was bigger than I thought it would've been. I stop the car and get out. "HEY, SARGE!" I yell out, breaking the eerie silence that hung over not just the docks, but the city itself. I look back and realize that I haven't seen a single person all day...strange... After a few moments, I decide to go exploring. Maybe I'll run into him, right? So into the old ship I go. After some twist and turns, I end up at almost the tip of the bow... but lo! What hoodie through yonder window break? I spotted Sarge just coming out of the control tower! I yell at him, but he's too far away to get to me soon, and I am SOOOO lost right now... how am I gonna get over there in 5 minutes?

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I reach over to shut off that damn alarm... keep bothering me... wait. I'm in my room? I need to get over to the other side of the boat... Where is the boat? Well, my car is closer to where the tower is. Why don't I just go to my car?

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A nice "Oof!" escapes me as I land in my drivers seat. Drivers seat? I'm in my car! Booya! I scramble out excitedly... how very strange! I know Sarge is off this way, so I'm going to try to head that direction! I get back into the ship, only this time with a renewed sense of direction. Unfortunately, I end up further down than up. After a minute or so of light jogging, I find myself in an area that clearly hasn't been kept up to standards... clearly, because the whole place was crawling with bumble bees. I carefully move deeper into this place, suddenly feeling... familiar with it. The walls are dripping with honey, and the buzzing just won't end! One of the bees gets brave and stings my hand... "Ow! That hurt you little bastard!" I swat at it and decide I need to get topside. I find the nearest staircase and just go up, up, up until I reach the tower's main balcony. Sure enough, Sarge is still chillin' up here, trying to find out where I disappeared to. I startled him with a light cough. I start trying to tell him about what just happened, but he cuts me off, reminding me we're in a hurry. I head towards some stairs I see leading down from the balcony. Deciding to be cool, I went to jump over the railing and land about halfway down the steps, cutting the corner... unfortunately, the stairs turned to the right about five feet down, meaning I leap from the highest balcony down into the frigid water below. I hear Sarge yelling... feel the air race across my body and my stomach turn as I plummet. Here it comes...

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I shoot straight up. The first thing I notice is that my hand is still sore. I check where the bee stung me... nothing. How'd I end up in my room again? Who brought me here? Why is my bee sting gone? I must be delirious... maybe I just need some rest...

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"Great party! Couldn'ta done it without ya!" says T.J. I look around to find myself on the boat... but it's been sized down a bit... more of a yacht now than anything... and all these people! Where'd all these people come from? "That's why he's my buddy!" I hear Dawn's voice over my shoulder. Oh yeah... she wanted a party boat. That's why she had Sarge check some out for her. "Hey, I just did what I could, ya know?" I say, trying not to sound too confused. T.J. nods in agreement and takes off to join the festivities. "Come on, let me give you the grand tour!" Dawn exclaims. Not knowing what else to do, I go along with it. She procedes to show me various game rooms and lounges, most of which are occupied by random party-goers. I'm vaguely listening as she rattles off names and things to do, not out of boredom, but trying to figure out why I'm on a boat a friend from high school bought and invited ME to come party on. She finishes the tour somewhere deep inside the ship. "Last stop, Aaron's 'getaway'" She says, giggling. She now has my attention. "Aaron?!?" I nearly choked on the name. "Yeah, for those people who don't want to socialize with everyone topside, they can come to Aaron's room down here." "... Aaron?" "Um... yeah. What, you don't like Aaron?" She smiles."Well, no... I mean yeah... er... wait..." I stammer as I try to explain what I know has already happened. Next thing I know, Aaron pokes his head out of the door followed by a wave of thick smoke. "Heya Dawn, what's going on out here?" I'm frozen in place. Am I going crazy? I thought he was in jail or something somewhere! "Nothing much, just giving Wes here the tour." she says cheerfully. "HEY!!! Wes, dude! I haven't seen you in a couple years, man! What's been up?" "Uh... not... much?" "Hey, don't sound too excited about it!" Aaron is apparently unfazed by our meeting. "Hey, I need to get some air... Dawn, can I talk with you for a moment?" I say, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. "Sure thing... Later Aaron!! She says as we make our way back up... huh... these corridors seem familiar... really familiar... "Holy crap! I've been here before!" "Uh... yeah? You helped pick the boat out, silly!" I nearly jumped, as I had forgotten Dawn was right behind me. "Hurry, lets go!" I say as I race up the steps. Upon reaching the deck, she starts a conversation about her daughter. Not wanting to be rude, I decide to let her finish before telling her what I know. Suddenly, the boat veers in a sharp U-turn, slamming us against the deck. "Someone's at the controls!" I don't know if I said it or she did... but we were heading straight for a cliff. We had to move right this second! I start to head towards the command tower, but I could tell it was already too late. In a last ditch effort to do something... anything... I look as hard as I can at the tower, trying to see who's steering this damn thing. Just as we slam into the rock face... I see him. Aaron. The original crew were already dead, thrown up against the glass for anyone to see... his friends all laughing maniacally with him as the ship shudders and crumples. I pull my phone out to dial 911, but some rocks that were knocked loose in the crash fell all around, one of which stuck me in the head. I was out.

            The call must've gone through, because the next thing I remember is sitting in a precinct, surrounded by cops. Almost everyone died in the crash, Dawn included. I was miffed. No, I was downright pissed off... "Those bastards will pay." I start repeating to myself. I should've known they were up to no good. I should have seen this coming... and I didn't do anything to stop it! I hear them start talking about a plan... something involving tactical gear and needing to know the layout of the refurbished boat. They needed to pick someone to go in. They point out some guy who looks a little shakey, and I decide it's up to me... "No, I'll do it. I know what to do and where to go. Besides... I feel responsible..." I said. They nodded in agreement and gave me the equipment I would need... I already know how this plays out...

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This is a dream I had two nights ago. I kinda woke up a little bit... but it sorta worked out. Everything that happened, happened in the order I put it. I don't even know what this means... but out of principle, I put it on here. Thanks for reading!


Sunday, November 08, 2009

So today is my 1500 day mark on Xanga. Woo.

In other news, I've discovered that I'm quite the liar. Also, I have a bad tendency to get hung up on petty things and let important things happen around me without actually taking part in any of it. Speaking of which... (goes to right a wrong)... there, now at least I have a little bit of slack. Must do what is right, not what makes me happy... which may seem bad at first, but I'd rather do the right thing... at least, that's the kind of person I want to be. Forgoing personal interest for the benefit of others... yeah... I like that. Ah well... I've still got a ways to go, I suppose. And I thought I was almost done, lol.

So long and thanks for all the fish!


Thursday, November 05, 2009

Yup... not gonna like it, but it's about time. I finally decided what I want to do.

Psychology.

Mmm hmm. Yeah, I know... I'm pretty much stoked. Now I gotta go see about applying, then grabbin' that Degree! Woo!


Wednesday, November 04, 2009

I only ever get on this thing to rant lol...

I'm afraid my asshole friend might have inadvertently caused me to lose my chance with a girl with whom things were rocky at best. Then again, when I got my second chance, I might have screwed up the ending. Of course, I could just be over-hyping the whole thing (pretty much the correct option) and it never mattered in the first place. Bah, what am I saying? I never mattered to her like 'that' anyway. I'm just some shmuck that doesn't do anything. Same as always. Why I can't seem to get that through my head I've yet to figure out either. I sure can pick 'em... the worst part, to me, is that even knowing there's absolutely nothing I can do, I still can't help but beat myself up over it... wondering if there's any way I could fix it in my favor... I mean, I can fix it, I just would have to... er... I wouldn't... erm... huh... I guess you're right. "My way", "For me", "Without sacrificing anything", "Give her up"... How arrogant... I really AM a guy... She's not mine. She is her own person. I've already lost. I can't even think in terms of "For her" or "So she'll be happy" anymore...

I'm tired of waiting. I want to make a change. I want a chance at a relationship... a real one... one that isn't some messed up series of events that doesn't even make sense to me anymore... something normal. But... I'm not ready. I'm still too immature. I don't have my shit together. Hell, I found out my GM is the same age as me. What does THAT say, huh? This is bullshit... I want out. Out. OUT!!! AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!


Monday, November 02, 2009

I need a thesaurus. Something that means "sinister", "evil", "vile", "spiteful", etc... I see this guy and the first thought I have is "Well, at least he's getting thrown in jail soon or kicked outta the state... no worries about him". The thing is, he's totally cool. In fact, he's been nothing but groovy since I've met him. So why... why do I have this intense feeling of dislike for him? Why do I care? It isn't my place. If I try to control it, I've already lost. Even having the thought unsettles me. I want this sooo bad, but it has to "just happen". If not, then how could it have been fate? No, I've gotta wait. Even if it kills me. Bah... I'm going out for a drink. I just... wanna clear my head....

~Edit~

The guy settled things with his P.O. so I guess that's a good thing. Still... I guess time will tell. Nothing to do now except wait a week. Well, that and get a haircut. :)



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