Tyler's Journal

[zebtrestalala]

Hey guys, it's me again. Turns out I didn't really like writing my old story, so here's a new one. It's not based off RUnouw.com or anything, so...yeah. We'll see how this turns out.

Jan 1, 2010

Dear Journal,

Alright, can we agree that this is stupid? I mean, honestly, I thought this was a joke gift from Ryan at first. I'm a senior in high school, I really shouldn't need to be writing in a journal, mom. Maybe if I was some angsty 7th grader who didn't feel like he fit in, then maybe I would use this journal to jot down all my feelings and how hard 7th grade is and how mean and awful the bullies are, but really? I'm 17, and I don't feel a need to spill all my thoughts on paper.

And yet I already have. Crap. Well, maybe I'll be able to use this when I get famous. When our band moves beyond the garage or something and into the big leagues. We've already been asked to play at a few gigs for random people we know. And just to get it down on paper, we're not a heavy metal hardcore drugee band. No one in our band has even done drugs before, because we all know that eventually that becomes the end of great bands and musicians. Well, Paul's had a few glasses of champagne, but that's only because he parents insist he get some alcohol in him before he gets into college. Seems like a solid plan to me.

But can I just say this real quick? I mean, not that this journal is a person, but...I guess, to all the people who are going to be reading this (including you, Mom. I know you bought this so that you can look at "my deepest secrets"). I hate how it seems that every guy who wants to do a band gets involved in drugs. Is it that people think that they have to take drugs to be creative enough to make it big, or something? Or is it just that every guy who starts a band is "oppressed" and needs to break out by making music and doing drugs? Why can't anyone just do it out of their own interest or talent, anymore? I guess I just get downhearted when all the big musicians today die of overdoses and stuff. Man, I just hate it.

Okay, I think I've spent enough time in my room with my Adorable Little Journal now.

Maybe I'll just burn it instead.

-Tyler Retenbach


Jan 7, 2010

So, here I am again. Mom insists that I write in you. And what do you know, you might get some use after all. I have to do a dream log for AP Psychology class, and I'm supposed to keep a journal of it. And guess what? I already have a journal!

Oh dear god, I've already started addressing the journal as a person. Either I'm slowly losing my balls or I really need to get out more.

Well, future fans, I'll have you know that we are hard at work at another playlist of songs (we can't really call them albums yet since we don't have any official CD stuff). And for all those people in my family who are looking at this (RYAN), it is not emo music or heavy metal, but a nice, melodic rock piece. And no, Jeremy is not going to cough up a lung screaming into the mike, and we are not going to bring Mom and Dad's room down on the garage. We sing music, we don't scream noise.

Well, speaking of getting out more, gotta go to band practice now, seeya.

-Tyler Retenbach

Jan 10, 2010

Alright, so we started the whole dream log/journal thing. So every night I have to keep a log of the amount of hours I dreamed and what I can remember dreaming of. Chances Are I'll forget about it the first 4 days and completely BS it. Such is the life of a senior.

1/14 6 Hours: Oops. I remember dreaming about being at a Muse concert, and being asked to go up and play the bass for them. I don't remember what song it was or anything, but I was really excited. I only hope I have some sort of strange prophetic dream power that predicts the future. A guy can hope, right?

1/15 7 Hours: I got it this time. I was dreaming about Pandas or something, probably because we rented that Kung Fu Panda movie for us to watch (Read: For Jenny to watch and the rest of us to awkwardly chuckle at it). The movie wasn't that bad, but I think I dreamed about getting my ♥♥♥ handed to me by a Panda. Ok, this is not going in the autobiography, I've decided.

1/16 Okay, I only have 1 more day of this, and then I'm done. We had to record 8 days, and I've basically recorded 6 so far (or not, but whatever). Anyways, today I had a weird dream. Must have been that burrito I had for dinner. Anyways, there was this weird African dude and this short Mexican dude, and they were all like "Tyler, you will change the world, you have the power!" And I think I must have said something like "With my music?" or something dumb my dream self would say. And then there were all these lights, or something? I don't really remember. I think they showed me something really cool looking, and said something about a greater purpose. Whatever, weird dream dudes. I'll stick with music for now.

1/17 Oh man. It was like a repeat of that last dream I recorded last night. Except there was this really burly looking guy from Russia, or something. Anyways, from what I remember he made some lights flash too, and I think he complimented me on my music. I remember my dream self and music, at least. We were in some sort of strange building, and I think at one point the walls started melting. Man, I'm not sure I'm actually clean for drugs now. I might have just been having a huge acid trip or something. Oh well, at least now I can stop trying to write down all the weird dreams I keep having. Thank God.

So yeah, that's it for now, I think. I think I might need a little journal break.

I think it's driving me nuts. Way to go, Mom. Way to go.

-Tyler Retenbach


SECTION 2

1/18 Okay, so I figure this is a pretty ♥♥♥♥ autobiography if I don't actually say who my family, friends and I are. My name is Tyler Retenbach. I play the bass guitar, and I have since I was ten. Even if our band never hits it off in the big leagues, I still want to do something with music in my life. I guess that music has always had a place in my life. My dad plays guitar as a hobby himself, and he and I have played more then a few pieces together in the 7 years I've played. My mom likes to sing around the house, and Ryan and Jenny blare whatever music they want to around the house. I consider myself a smart student, even if mom and dad say I'm a slacker. I'm in a boatload of AP classes (okay, 4), and I get A's and B's in them, so...yeah. I also run track, so it's not like I just sit in my room all day waiting for band practice or anything. Not that I would do that if I didn't, but still.

My Mom, Cheryl, is a nurse/stay at home mom. She always seems to work her shifts around so that she can nag us when we're home about chores, and going outside, and actually talking about how our days were instead of saying good and vanishing into our rooms for the entire day. She's miraculous in how she always manages to be home within 15 minutes of when I get home from school. But mom isn't entirely bad, and she has some good points every now and then. She makes good meals, and probably cares about all of us. Probably.

My Dad, Rick, is a pretty cool guy. He's a social studies teacher and the football coach at our high school. So, yeah, it's kind of awkward having him as a teacher, but sophomore year wasn't ruined because of it. Naturally, he wanted me to get into football, but I said I wasn't interested. Maybe if I was I'd be writing this for when I went pro at football, but nope. Like I said, he's also pretty musical, so he plays guitar for fun. He's a cool dad, and we do a lot of stuff together, but occasionally he brings down the pain on us. We usually deserve it. And by we, I mean Ryan.

Speaking of which, Ryan's a freshman in high school, and naturally with all this talk about him he should be the annoying younger brother to the mean older brother. However, despite how full of himself Ryan can be, I think he actually has some decent points to his character. Yeah, I put this in my journal, bro. I know he's going to look in this. With all this talk about how girly this is, how immature is trying to look in a guy's journal? Yeah, he has those points where I want to sock him in the face, but overall he's a good guy.

Jenny, my younger sister, is 10. She insists on being that girly stereotype, and she occasionally still plays with dolls, which is just adorable. But she's a sweet girl, even though she'll quickly start begging me to take her to the mall and to all those slumber parties she has with all her friends (no, wait, she already does). But she still likes to see those Disney movies, and on very rare occasions we'll play dress-up. While I know that there's a high chance she'll take up cheerleading and be obnoxious, I'm just going to put up with her and hold on to this as long as I can.

Wow. That was a lot. This actually feels good to put onto paper, just consolidating my opinions onto a page. Maybe Mom was right in buying me a journal.

Well, this is better than school work.

In the band, we have Paul, Jeremy, Dan, and me. Jeremy is our lead singer, and he's really good. He sometimes even plays keyboard as well, since he plays the piano, too. He's a pretty laid-back kind of guy, like me, and we usually just chill out in my basement playing some tunes and singing to them (though my singing is vastly inferior to his). Jeremy doesn't really like to argue about anything, so he usually steps in whenever we have any fights in our group. However, sometimes Jeremy can be a little lazy, in my opinion. Still a great guy, but he can be a little too laid back sometimes

Paul is the resident "party animal" (as I'm sure he'd love to be called). Paul gets as close to the wild side as he can without having any sort of dirty laundry to use against him. He also wrestles, so I imagine he just likes thrills (though breaking your back with a sweaty guy all over you seems less than thrilling in my opinion). He says that he would definitely sky dive if given the chance, and, if not so dedicated to being our drummer, he'd either be the next Bear Grills or join the Marines. Well, he didn't say that himself, but he loves any type of excitement possible, and from what I've heard those are both pretty intense categories.

Dan is our guitarist, and despite what you may think about guitarists, he's not that crazy. He's a little on the quiet side, actually. He's a bit of a geek, as we've pointed out, and he frequently watches the SciFi (or SyFy, if you want to be even more flamboyently homosexual about it. He was pretty pissed when they changed the abreviation, too) channel. I'm pretty sure he believes in aliens. Still, it's sometimes fun to hang out with Dan and just read old comic books or play Mario Kart or something. Also, Dan runs track along with me (though he ditches me in the spring to play tennis. Jerk.), so that's one more thing that we do together. Still, he loves the band, and even manages to keep up the playing despite being in 6 AP classes. I don't know how that kid stays sane.

Well, I think that's enough gossip about my friends and family for now. Hopefully the raging paparazzi will be satisfied by this entry. Now I gotta study for midterms and stuff.

And you wondered why I wrote so much.

Section 3

1/25 I swear, prom dates get set up earlier and earlier every year. You have 3 months people, could you at least wait until Valentine's Day or something? Of course, the only reason I'm saying this is cause Paul already asked out Summer Winters.

I'll keep this entry short, in risk of my journal sprouting ponies and rainbows and flowers. Summer is a mutual friend of Paul and I, and she's a very nice girl. I wanted to ask her to prom. Paul beat me to it, even though he knew that I wanted to. I guess, you snooze, you lose.

Oh, well. THere are other fish in the sea, so they say.

1/30 Okay, I know I'm done the dream log thing, but last night I had a weird dream. I've actually been having it for a long time now, but I just had to put it on to paper in case I need something to draw inspiration from if we run out of song Ideas.

So, I'm like floating through space, without out anything but the stars around me. I can't even see any planets or anything. I'm just drifting along, and suddenly it's like the whole world is open to me. I see random places all over, from deserts to mountains to oceans to my own home. Everything flashes by, like 8th grade geometry has come back to haunt me or something.

Just as everything blurs together, I suddenly find myself surrounded by all white. Just...Nothing. And then this weird African guy walks up to me. He's really old, I can remember that. He starts talking to me about something, and I can never quite remember what. Something about a greater purpose. Something about opening my mind to what's really out there, beyond my home and my narrow views. Okay, now I might just be fabricating stuff to make it a better song. I don't really know. I think that sometimes he reaches out and grabs my head or something like that, and then everything fades to black. After that I usually wake up.

I think I might be having this dream so much because I can't stop thinking about it. I expect to have the dream, so I have it. Simple as that. It's just such a weird dream that I can't help but wonder what inspired it in the first place.

-Tyler

1/31 I think Mom and Dad have finally gotten off my back about midterm grades. I mean, honestly, so I got a C+ in Comparative Politics, the teacher's an ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, and they know it. I got all A's and B's in every other subject I'm taking, geez. They even grounded me for a week afterwords. I actually managed to go three days without them mentioning a word. Thank god. Dan and Paul weren't too happy with me missing Band practice. Jeremy was laid back, as always, but I bet he wanted me there too. Good riddance.

2/4 Every time I write in this journal, it seems to drift more and more away from my pathetic excuse from an autobiography and more into just what I'm feeling. I guess I couldn't keep it up for too long, I mean, my life isn't that interesting. Today Jeremy, Dan, and I decided to film a "music video" (Paul was there but he sort of stood dazed in a corner, we woke him up 5 minutes before shooting it). It was atrocious. It was one of the worst quality things I think we've ever produced. Which is good, because that's what we were aiming for. Yeah, we basically just screamed and played really bad chords into the camera, and it is possibly the most gut-wrenching sound I've ever heard.

They should start selling it as a WMD or something, make all them A-Rabs go insane in the membrane.

2/8 Lately, I've been feeling really weird. Everything just seems out of focus. I mean, it's second semester senior year, my will to do work is diminishing every day, and I'm just chilling with my friends, but...it's not that. I feel distant, like I should be somewhere else. Maybe I'm just so used to working my butt off all the time and now, that urge to succeed is just gone. Or maybe it's just nervousness about colleges and stuff. I have yet to hear back from any college I sent to.

But more often than not, I feel like our little fantasy, of forming a band together, of being good friends forever, is only a fantasy. We're not going to the same school by any standard, and Dan might not be going to school in-state. So maybe it's just that that little inspiration has been sort of a miniature driving force, and now it's gone.

Again, this is a really bad autobiography.

Section 5

2/12 Okay, so I told my mom and dad about those dreams. I had them for four nights straight, with the dream getting more and more vivid each night. It was really starting to weird me out, so I went and told mom and dad about them. And they listened attentively, as all parents should, and asked if I had been feeling stressed, and we talked about what I said in that last entry (good thing I wrote it down), and all was well.

And then they scheduled me with a psychologist.

FFFFFFFF- Man. This is bad. What am I gonna tell my friends/girlfriend (I'm working on that) if anything comes up? "Hold on a sec, I have to go meet with someone who's trying to keep me from killing EVERYONE?" Because, even if they don't say they do, I bet that over half the people who hear "I see a psychologist" think that that person is either going to kill everyone in the room or themselves.

Ah well, if anyone thinks that about me then you know what? The can go and screw themselves. Because honestly, none of my friends will think that about me, so I guess it's not all that big of a deal.

It's not like I can do anything about it.

2/16 Psychologist=Win. My psychologist was one of the most laid back guys (though in a different way from Jeremy) I've ever talked to, and he had a very relaxing attitude. He helped me think of some de-stress excercises and some ways to go about overcoming all the stress so it doesn't take its toll on my body. Guess what one of those ways was? That's right, writing. So essentially I'll be writing in this journal until the day I die. Also, he recommended that I talk about some of the stressors, and try to see if I can reconcile the uncertainties I have within me by talking them out outside of me.

Something like that. So it's time for me to act like I have a profound knowledge of life and attempt to sort everything out. Woo hoo.

2/18 So, I talked with the band about my stress issues and how I think that I needed to talk about this whole concept of the band. I admitted that I had hoped we would be a famous band some day, and Dan started saying how we were famous enough, how everyone in our town knew we had a band. He said it didn't really matter in the end if we make it famous or not. He would be fine either way. Basically, everyone agreed that we had to keep our options open. We couldn't afford to hinge our lives on making a band together, and that would be really foolish if we did.

Paul asserted that we were his closest friends, and that they would still hang out over the summer and the winter, just like old times, even if none of us went to the same school. We could still have a plethora of jam sessions over the breaks, and we still had the rest of the year and summer to hang out and stuff.

Jeremy said that I shouldn't worry about colleges and everything. What's done is done, and you can only try to give each day your all, and not worry about what you've done. I don't think he worries about anything, really. He also noted that every senior in the country just goes on cruise control for the second semester. Dan said something about caps lock, and we all busted out laughing for no reason at all

Yeah. Today was a pretty good day.

2/19

Jesus Christ.

I don't even know how to say this.

Please, please don't think I'm crazy. I'm really not a psychopath, this is true, I swear. Mom, please don't freak out.

Last night...after everything had been going so right yesterday...

Something happened. I woke up, and I was somewhere...else. It was the place from my dream. I know it was.

Except it wasn't in the dream world. I was awake, I know it.

And that weird African dude just appeared out of the brush, and he approached me and said something like "Child, you are a special one indeed. You're one of us, child, and you'll return here soon enough."

I think. And then the next morning I was back in my bed.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is...

I think I might have teleported.

Or something....

-Tyler

Section 6

2/22
Okay, so today I went and did the only sensible thing that I could possibly think to do. No, I didn't go talk to my parents about thinking that I teleported the other day, and I didn't go to my psychologist either. I went to go talk to Dan. Of course, I knew that even if he didn't act like it on the outside, he would believe me.

I just sort of think that Dan is waiting for one of his friends to reveal that they have super powers or something, and even if it was all just some sort of sleep paralysis or something, it would make a good story to him nonetheless. I mean, didn't the X-Men have a guy who teleported? I really hope I don't end up with blue skin or whatever like Nightcrawler, man.

Anyways, Dan was pretty attentive throughout my story, and then we started to talk. He said that it's natural for powers to manifest when we least expect them at first, and that I should be glad that I didn't do it in public. I kind of stared at him blankly, but let him continue on. He said that there was no way that my dreams weren't linked to this teleportation power, and that I should keep on the lookout for any of the people from my dream, so that I can find out anything from them if I see them. I asked him if he really believed me and everything I said, and he said that if I was lying to him, it would be a really mean joke and he'd probably hate me forever. He said that while obviously there weren't a lot of superheroes going gallivanting in tights around the world, that doesn't mean that the possibility of hidden powers is completely out of the question. Mutations happen all the time, he said. I really, really doubt that being able to teleport is a mutation, but I kept silence. As I left his house, he reassured me he believed me, and said that he knew I wasn't alone.

Well, I guess that helps a little.

-Tyler Retenbach

2/27

I've tried not to think about it for a whole week. Nothing weird has happened, no delusions of teleporting again. I've actually had some pretty easy sleep. The dreams I've been having have gone away too, and I'm just having casual dreams now, which helps me to concentrate a little more on matters at hand. Like school. Like finding a date to prom. Like hanging out with your friends even though one of them knows you think you have super powers. I just hope that it was just some weird dream, now that I really think about it. If it wasn't, I don't even want to think of how complicated it co

2/28

Holy. Balls.

I don't have any doubt now. I can teleport. And there are other people like me.

Allow me to explain. As I was finishing up yesterday's journal entry, I started to think on the teleportation thing really hard. The hardest I had since when I woke up the first time. And as I started to think about the implications of teleportation, I just felt a tugging on my entire body, and suddenly I felt like I was falling, but when I opened my eyes, I couldn't see anything really in front of me. Everything was a stream of color, and everything seemed to be flowing around me. And then it stopped.

I was in that god damn desert again, and there was sand for miles around. This was exactly the one that I kept dreaming about, I knew it. And sure enough, some weird African guy walked up to me, just like my dream. It was uncanny, and it freaked me out a little.

So, of course, I had no idea what to say. Luckily, he started talking first, and man you are not going to believe any of this. He starting by greeting me by name, and saying his name was Ulwari. Then he seriously took things on the strange side by saying that I was a member of a grand fraternity of people like me, who he called "Phasers." I asked him if he could teleport too, and he responded that he could do that and many more things. He said that the "Phasers" could not only teleport on their own world, but they could jump between dimensions to alternate timelines and worlds spun off of theirs. He said that he had been to thousands of different versions of Earth, some more strange than others. Naturally I couldn't believe most of the stuff that he was saying. It was way out there. Not that teleporting wasn't out there already, but...

Anyways, he offered to show me a different version of Earth, but I said that I had to digest all this first. I told him I didn't even know how to use my power yet. Being the wise, sagely guy that he appeared to be, Ulwari told me that all I had to do was think of a place, or a person, or an idea, and really want to go there, and then my power would activate. I'm pretty sure he was oversimplifying it. He told me to just think of my home, really concentrate on it, and then I would go there. Before I left, he told me just to think of him when I was ready to go. I told him I would, but right now I don't really know.

Hell, none of this makes sense, and Ryan, when you read this, please don't tell Mom and Dad. I know that you're going to find this eventually, but right now I have to digest this first before they do.

Cause seriously, this ♥♥♥♥ is weird.

Well, until next time,

-Tyler Retenbach
Section 7

3/5/2010
All right, so today I took up Ulwari's offer to go visit that weird alternate earth that he had been talking about. Oh, man, I can not describe that place in words. I'm going to try, but it's going to be really stupid sounding and it won't so it justice.

Anyways, to I started thinking about it. It was a Friday night, and my parents were out on a date for the night. Jenny and Ryan were just sort of chilling out, so I said that I was going to be gone for a while, and then I left. I did exactly what he said, I concentrated on that weird ♥♥♥ black guy and then poof I was there outside his little hut. He greeted me, offered me some weird smelling thing that I dumped into a nearby bush, and then told me to prepare to meet the Legion.

This was quickly going downhill into a stereotypical superhero book, and I wasn't completely comfortable with that.

So, he grabbed my hand and we went through the magic tunnel of teleportation. This one felt a little different, though. It felt nauseating, and I felt the feeling of being tugged out of this world even more than the last time. It felt like part of me was anchored in one spot, and another part was being yanked in the opposite direction. It was over soon enough, and man, was it worth it.

We landed in the future. Seriously, it was insane to take in. We appeared to be in exactly the same place as before, but instead of the endless desert that had lay before us before, we were now in the middle of a lush, tropical scenery that was dominated by a huge, buzzing city in front of us. It glowed against the black backdrop of the night sky, but it was a calm, welcoming glow, not a harsh glow that many people would associate with a futuristic city. Water rushed out dozens of glistening, chrome canals on all sides of the city, filling the landscape with precious liquids. In the sky above the city, I could pick out what appeared to be people, riding on some sort of aircraft, as if for sport. The buildings in the city were all a subdued green metal, with what appeared to be rows of solar panels and wind mills perched on top to make alternate energy. It was fairly windy there, but instead of the sand that had been blowing before, fragrant flowery scents blew through the air, a few petals here and there.

The only thing I could think of to say was "this is insane." Ulwari said something about needing to meet the legion or something, and went on about how this is just normal life for people around here. He then went on to say that I probably thought this was the future, but that I was wrong. This was the present day in time, but it's a timeline where science went mainly uninhibited, as many of the prominent oppositions to science, such as religion, instead worked with science in order to further the progress of mankind. The whole concept actually made a little bit of sense once you thought about it.

As we walked through the city, I felt so out of place. The people there were all dressed very nicely, not in that spandex that you associate with all futuristic places, but with polos and khakis that seemed to emit some of the glow that I had seen outside of the city. Various patches adorned their clothes, with little displays popping up from time to time that I'm sure meant something to them. Everything just seemed sleeker than our time. There weren't a lot of fat people, and there weren't a lot of people with baggy clothing. Everyone's hair seemed to be gelled back, or into some sort of style, further completing the look.

Eventually, we entered into a fairly large glass building that looked kind of like a giant oval on the outside. Like a bubble, or something. After staring at the floating TVs for a little while, and after checking out what seemed to be a robotic butler, I was rushed into an elevator by Ulwari. It was a ridiculously smooth ride, and I kind of felt like I was flying. We came to rest at a gigantic open hall, overflowing with people of various shapes and sizes. "This is the Legion." said Ulwari. "Make yourself at home."

I felt like a fish out of water. All of these people were from a different world, you know? And while we shared the same origin, I didn't know if in their world humans descended from fish, or something, or maybe the Catholic church still had absolute power over the world. How could I relate to them?

It didn't help that the first person who came up to greet me was...myself. That basically topped the trippiness of the experience. My mirror image greeted me, introducing myself as...myself. It's one thing watching yourself in the mirror, then you have control over what you're doing. But this was like one of those demonic movies where suddenly your reflection starts doing things that you're not controlling. While my doppelganger kept asking me questions like where I was from, then answering them for me when I was too dumbstruck to answer, I was left with my mouth agape.

Luckily, though, I was saved from this strange turn of events from a dark haired girl around my own age.
"Alice," she said. "That's a horribly rude thing to do to a newcomer."
"Alice," as the person masquerading as me was called, let out a sigh of frustration, then appeared as a young girl around Jenny's age. My savior introduced herself as Rachelle, and invited me to listen to the hearing

That was the longest meeting I've ever stood through. A bunch of really important people got up on stage to discuss the welfare of their prospective worlds, saying how prosperous their worlds were thanks to their intervention. I guess that their worlds were much more accepting of Phasers, or something. Some of them went on about how their was the chance of war, or something, and asked for assistance. Right now, I'm kind of hoping that I don't have to get involved with some sort of stupid war on an Earth that I'm not even a member or. That would just ruin senior year for me. I'm sure they'll understand I have stuff to do.

Anyways, as much as I wanted to stay in not-future Earth, I realized that I couldn't stay there forever, or else Jenny and Ryan might tell my parents, and I'm not sure if my cell phone got reception a whole dimension away. I told my two new "friends," I guess, that I had to go back to my home dimension, and they said they hoped I would come back soon or something.

As Ulwari and I went back to Home Earth, he asked me if I was writing a journal about this, which of course I responded yes to, and that I was slightly creeped out by him knowing this. He laughed, and handed me some sort of strange device from not-future Earth. He said it was some sort of audio-recording journaler of some sort, and that it would help me to journal more accurately about my experience. He said that he would expect me next weekend, and wished me a safe trip home.

Also, HOLY BALLS THAT WAS A LOT OF WRITING.

Tyler



So, what do you think? Is it a good format? Good humor? Good Story? Help me out here!

[Buff_]

Interesting.... It's different. I'm going to keep my eye on this one, it reminds me of Little Wolf.

[MICrophone]

I like this one too…sounds like Catcher in the Rye minus the language and the torture to the reader.

[zebtrestalala]

Section 2 is up!

They're not chapters, since Tyler wouldn't write a journal is chapters...

[zebtrestalala]

Sections 3 and 5 are up.

What do you mean what happened to section 4?

[Buff_]

Yeah...where is Section 4?

So yeah... I like it, a lot. It has a good basis, gradually coming through. Although I don't know about humour really, I didn't find it funny, but it seems like one of those stories that aren't meant to be funny.

Good work.

[MICrophone]

Whoa…this is really quite creative! Keep it up!

[zebtrestalala]

It has been revived! Well, not really, I still won't be here all summer, but I'm leaving later than I thought, so I decided to update it!

[MessengerOfDreams]

Dang.

I gotta wait 4 whole months?

That's almost as long as Brando!

It's so good I don't know if I can!

8/10

[MICrophone]

This is perhaps the most intriguing of all of the stories on the forums, and the writing is great. I'm really liking this; keep going!