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anouncement [Mar. 4th, 2008|08:46 am]
[Current Location |on my couch]
[mood |nothing]
[music |nothing]

Dear readers,
I have become tired of writing the numbers in ths LJ, and I've been tol that they are hard to remember. And I want a change, so I have created a new LJ. It can be found, read, commented on, and laughed at, at coeur_de_mer. If you don't know what that means, find someone who knows french, like me.
There shall be n more posts in this LJ after this, I thank you for your reading of this, hope to see you on the new page.
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living in the blind mans mine field [Feb. 26th, 2008|08:56 pm]
[Current Location |on my couch]
[mood |relaxed and happy]
[music |some stupid house show my mom is watching]

Hello readers. So, I haven't posted in a while, I've been kind of busy.
Readers,
I realize its been a while since I've posted. I've been pretty busy with things I can't talk about here, so, posting kind of slipped from the top of my priorities list.
So, anyway, the part of my life I can talk about. My parents are painting now. Since they baught the house, they have to paint this one to make it the same color it was when swe movd in.
So, everything has been moved from one place, and put in another to get it out of the way. However, out of the way for them, means in the way for me. I've already stepped on lamps, pictures, baskets, plants, a telephone, and one sword that was carelessly left on the stairs while they painted my room. Luckily, it wasn't a sharpened one, which I was smart enough to sheath before I allowed them into the room. So, I have pretty much stuk to one room for the last three days. Its not fun.
If I move, I have to slide my feet, which means stubbed toes. Nothing is where it should be. Its horrible.
Other than that. I'm officially going to california, as soon as caitlin gives me the dates for my arrival and departure. Well, more my departure since the arrival isn't really in question I'm extremely excited, I'll be lookig forward to this trip for about two months. Which, ironically, is how long there is until I go. Strange how things coicide isn't it?
So, that is about my life. Its short, but so is my life. Hope you got some entertainment out of it.
I'll try to post again when I have things to talk about.
Until then, have anice day.
Cody
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maybe I'm paranoid, maybe I'm thinking too much [Feb. 15th, 2008|12:56 am]
[Current Location |on my couch]
[mood | restless]
[music |nothing but silence]

Alright, this post is more for me to get my thaughts out of my head and on to a page, where I can look at them. So picture yourself looking into a pensieve, if you don't know what a pensiev is, read more. Alright, wand to temple, here we go. Some time ago, never mind how long exactly, having little or no mone in my purse, my girlfriend, Bianca, befriend my X-girlfriend Morgan. Now, under normal circumstances, I would have absolutely no problem with this, I would most likely applaud them for they're deplomacy. However, as some of the more logical of my readers may have deduced, these are not normal circumstances. Morgan is not a normal girl. She is fifteen, but good luck guessing that by her attitude.
By the way, if any of you were thinking I was going to pull punches, I'm done with it. I'm sure of my thaughts at this point, and so, of go the gloves. Round one:
Morgan, as some of you might no, is in eighth grade, which is not entirely her fault. However, as unfortunate a circumstance as that may be, it brings with it some unavoidable truths. One of these truths, and the truth that we, or I, will be studying closely, is that she is not accomplished in the ways of those people who have been where she is now. I mean to say, b this, that she is in eighth grade, and anyone who has gone through high school, will tell you that a huge change comes over a person in those four years.
I am by no means blaming Morgan for this, it is not her fault that time passed slightly slower than normalfor her than it did for every other child born fifteen years ago. I am simply saying that it doesn't put her on a normal footing, the rose colored glasses haven't been ripped off and stomped on yet, as they have for many of the people who will inevitably be reading this.
So, you may ask where I'm going with this. I'm going down the page, bare with me.
So, morgan, in her state of inequality on a maturity scale, still has some qualities that are not looked on so kindly. ONe of these is, she is very vindictive, she is still stuck in the era of life where if someone steals your lunch box, you beat them up. So, now, I present my theory.
Bianca, whom I love dearly, has befriended Morgan, however, this was at morganps request. Bianca did not search out bianca, and did not try and initiate contact with her. However, contact was made, and so we continue.
Anyone who has read Morgan's live journal, will no that she still holds a grudge against me. After five months, she still holds a grudge against me. Now, a grudge that has lasted that long, can't be one sided. I find it very hard that she can go from being absolutely pissed off at both me and Bianca, to only being pissed off at me.
So, I braught this up to Bianca's attention, and she was gracious, but I'm not sure she believed it as firmly as I do. I am absolutely sure there is another motive, here has to be. It doesn't make sense for her to have a change of heart so quickly, so easily, and so fully. It does not make any sense whatsoever.
So, that is my theory. If you have any thaughts, comments, or basic generalizations that you feel I need to hear, feel free to leave it on the comment page, or contact me in any way available to you.
Have a nice day,
signed,
Cody
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my life, and all thats jazz [Feb. 13th, 2008|10:31 pm]
[Current Location |in my bed]
[mood |just here, pretty much]
[music |fall out boy on shuffle]

Hello all,
I'm sorry I haven't posted in so long, I'm sureyou've stopped checking, but check now, because I've posted. Which you probably already knew, but I'm the lord of bovious statements; just ask my girlfriend.
So, I'm sure, since your reading this, your interested in my life Unless you just read this for my special brand of comedy, in which case, you can read it anyway, because I say so.
Well, my parents are going insane. Not that this is surprising, but this is worse than normal. See, there planning on buying a house, which I'm not sre is the greatest of ideas, since they're moving again in four years, but its not my money, so I don't give a shit. However,a couple days and a week ago, the got aproved for a loan, which I admit is good news. I was ahhpy for them, admittedly. But they wanted me to being jumping for joy, and hug them and kiss them, and tell them they were super heroes. Which they definantly ar not.
So, when all I o is say something like, "cool", and then ask if we have any coffee left, they got pretty angry at me. I still don't understand how its supposed to be something that would make me so happy,but oh well.
So, now they are trying to find a house, they re going up to georgia tomorrow, to look for a house and to tell the guy they're replacing that they're coming. Which, to me, seems like something that could be labelled, logical statment, without to much threat. I'm pretty sure that when the guy transfers, he can bet that someone is coming to take his palce, and I'm pretty sure that he doesn't care. But thats what they're going for.
So, now, I have to listen todescriptions of each house, and prices, and what they plan to do with it. They've already started throwing things away that won't go with the decorations of the new house. They ignored my warning that they might want to get the house before they start decorating one, but, its not my fault. If they don't get one, I'm going to chuckle softly to myself, and act sad.
So, I'm still waiting for letters. Hoping to get one here in the very near future, a couple of days in fact, I hope it says I'm accepted. I hate this part of applying to college, and pretty much every other part of it, now that I think about it. But, what can you do?
As for my private life, Bianca and I are doing fine, I love her, she loves me, what more could you want. I'm hoping to be able to go to california in may and take her to her prom, it will take some work though. I'll do my best of course.
Caitlin, I assume, is doing good, we talk occationally. She wants me to take her to her senior dance, which I'm only too happy to do. The three thousand miles makes it difficult however, I'll have to convince someone to take me to the airport twice in the same month. I guess, I shoud admit, tha my alterior motive, is getting out o this damn house for at least a couple of days, even if it will be difficult. Besiees, Googie and I could use the challenge, we haven't really been chalenged et, and it will be good for her. It will warm her up for college.
Plus, when I go to Bianca's prom, I'll miss the actual moving, and so I will spare my parents the chore of driving me and Gogie to Georgia. Not to mention the fact that I'm convinced Googie would get hurt, a dog in an overcrowded car, with hundred pound boxes perched precariously over her head, is bound to get hurt somehow. It would just make me feel a lot better if she weren't ther, and if I weren't. I'll stop blowing sunshine up your skirts now, and just admit that I don't want to have to drive with my parents for four hours.
My mother, against my will, has told me that I'm going with her to Georgia in April, when they go to close the deal on the house. My dad will be out to sea, and she is going to be balling her eyes out, she needs someone who will be able to calm her down enough to sign the papers. I'll do my best, but if she starts balling in front of the people who are selling the house, I'll kill her. Thats just what I want, my mother to completely break down in front of strangers.
She says that, now that she's baught a house, she knows she not seventeen any more. I don't see how too kids that are both older than that, being married, and being over one hundred thousand dollars in debt didn't make that point perfectly clear. Not to mention the twenty odd birthdays that have past. But if she wants to be stuck in the past, thats her problem.
Patrick, is complaining about everything, he complain about how a college football coach made four million dollars a year. He complains about how he is convinced Hilary Clinton is going to get elected. And how he's going to move to bora bora or something if that happens. He complains about my mom painting the house, and how the shades didn't perfectly match up. He complained about my mom complaining, and practically everything else that you can think of to complain about.
My mothe, who I will admit is under stress, now has stress fracture in her foot. It would help if she actually ran on her tredmill correctly. She runs with the same motion as a very fast walk, but she is running, so all her wait comes down on her heels. Its as if you were walking, and after every step, you jumped in the air and landed on the other foot. Its like a really stiff walk. And now, she has a broken heel.
She also complains about every single coworker she has. Its actually funny to hear her sit and complain for an hour about every single thing each one of her coworkers did. Then end the story with this line, "But I don't know why I care, I'm leaving in two months." I am so tempted to ask her why she still bitches about it if she isn't supposed to care, but I hold mytongue. She just needs to relax, and go with the flow.
I realize that that statement made me sound like ahippy, but I'm not, I swear. I'm just tired of hearing about how her day sucks. She goes to work, expecting it to suck, which means that it will suck. Both my parents have become extremely negative, I swear they both should wear black continually and start listening to emo music.
So, that is my life, in a very large nutshell. Though why my life would be in a nutshell, I don't know. Who would put a life in a nutshell anyway? What kind of stupid person would pick up a nutshell, and shove a life, or anything else, inside it? Thats just stupid.
So, anyway, sorry about that tangentthere, the post is over. Its done, stop reading.
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the return of the parnts [Jan. 27th, 2008|08:42 pm]
[Current Location |in my room, thank god]
[mood |exhausted, mentally]
[music |old fall out boy]

readers,
Today marks the end of two periods. First, it marks the end of my vacation. I had four days with no parents, and it was wonderful to be able to breath without being accused of stealing the air. It was also good not to have to watch court TV all day, and have to react in just the right fashion to every one of the petty problems my mother came home with. It was great to not have to listen to how stupid her coworkers are, and how she is just so much better than everyone else. That was great, but now its over.
Secondly, it marks the end of the period of ease. Before, or for about the last moth, I have been able to stay out of the way, but no more. Now, my stepdad is home, and he makes sure I don't do that. He makes sure I do exactly what he wants me to do, and nothing else.
Basically, to put it simply, the good times I was enjoying before, are now at an end.
And as if that weren't bad enough, my stpedad has the entire week off, except for tomorrow. Which means that I will be continually hounded. I will never get a moments rivacy.
So, that is my life. HOpe you enjoyed reading about it. Have a nice day.
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apathy and other non-feelings [Jan. 22nd, 2008|12:03 pm]
[Current Location |on my couch]
[mood | apathetic]
[music |jimmy eat world]

I have both good news and bad news to start this entry; which I admit is overdue. The good news is that it wil not be a negative entry, full of negativity and woe. The bad news is that it won't be a happy one either.
So lets begin with my life in the past, just after I last posted. It sucked, I did nothing but clean, clean, and clean some more. But that is in the past.
Now, in the present, I still clean, and clean, and clean some more; but I've figured out a way to do it, without actually doing much of anything. See, al I have to do is run the vacuum, or the mop, or whatever it is I have to do that day. I just ryn it over the floor, picking up most of the dirt, but then when my mom gets home, she just finishes it for me. She sees that I tried, and assumes it was my best, so she just finishes it for me. I just have to be careful to do just enough to make it seem like I am actually trying.
So now, I don't talk to my mother, hardly at all. I spend most of my time in my room, or across the street playing with Googie in an open field we have. That is my life.
So, my parents found out where they are being transfered to, its kings bay georgia. They are trying to get me to come with them, but its not gonna happen, I'll move to michigan and live with my friend Joe before I live with them anymore.
So, thats about all. Sorry if it disappointed you guys. But it wasn't all sad and depressing, my parents are moving, I don't care, and they want me to come with them, and its not gonna happen.
HOpe you guys have something worth caring about in your lives, and have a nice day.
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maid service [Jan. 4th, 2008|08:47 pm]
[Current Location |in my room, finally]
[mood | depressed]
[music |nothing]

Hello readers. Unfortunately, this will not be a happy entry, so if your looking for something with happy elves and sprites in it, you at the wrong website
Now, those of you who have ead any of my entries, will know that my relationship with my parents is not exactly a nice and friendly one. It is known that we fight, and that they are not exactly my favorite people in the world. However, they are still my parents, and that is a fact that will never change.
But I never thaught the day would come when I would be something besides a child to them. I have become a maid, a servant, I am here for no farther reason then to clean for them. If i don't, I get kicked out of the house.
/so, let me explain. The other day, I told my mother of my decision to hold off on colege, so that I could get in to the college that I want to go to. However, she had other plans. Even though I am eighteen and she claims I can make my own decision, she still tries to force her will on me. When I don't give in, she says that unless I go to school this semester, I don't get to live in her house.
So we argue, which is not something my mom is particularly good at, and finally she says that I can stay as long as I clean the house everyday.
Of course, I have no choice, and she knows it, so I have t agree. So now I'm a maid.
And as for the people reading this who would say that I'm making a big deal and that your sure she doesn't see me as a maid, I tell you that she calls me her maid.
So now I feel like I am living with a master rather than a mother, and that is not a good feeling atall. It is actually rather saddening to think that my own mother views me as a maid.
So, that is all I have to say, and oddly it didn't make me feel better. If you have any thaughts or comments, just write them and I'll respond.
Oh, and have a nice day.
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fears [Dec. 14th, 2007|11:04 pm]
[Current Location |on my bed]
[mood |nervous in the extreme]
[music |something corporate]

Today, I am not going to complain about my parents, nor am I going to complain at all. I am simply going to relate a story that I cannot stop thinking about. Perhaps I am simply over reacting, perhaps I am not, I do not know, but until I do know, I will be nervous and worried.
Earlier, I was on skipe with Bianca. I don't really remember what we were talking about exactly, but that is not really important. The point is, I was on skipe with Bianca.
So, as we were talking, she suddenly said that something was going on downstairs and that she had to go for a second. I wasn't really bothered by this, it happened often enough for me to be used to it. Then, when she came back, the first thing I noticed was her breathing, it just wasn't normal inhlation and exhalation, it was hagard, it sounded nervous, like she had been shaken by something. Her voice, when she spoke, was the same way, it was not the beautiful intonations that usually describe her voice, it shook, and that was when I knew that something was wrong, I knew it definatively. I asked her if she was ok, and instead of saying, "I'm fine" or the like, she says "its not me".
So, needless to say, I am slightly worried at this point, but she has to go, and I can't ask her what is wrong because I hear the urgency in her voice. I am torn between my worry for her and the fact that she has to go. Eventually, the latter won out, and I let her go, but from that point, until my fingers type these words, and for as much time afterwards as it takes for bianca to return and tell me she is ok, I will be worried.
I hate this separation, hate it with a deep burning passion. Anytime something happens, I want to help her, but what can I do from so far away? I can tell her it willbe alright and that I love her, bt what good does that do. I wish I could hold her, and make everything ok for her again, but I can't do it, not yet. I will someday though, someday we will be together. But for now, I am left with this fear that something has happened to her. that will persist until I know she is ok, both physically and emotionally, and for the time being I cannot convince myself that she is the latter. I do not think she is hurt physically, but something happened, I feel it as if it had happened to me.
I realize that this might sound a little strange, but when you love someone, you know when something is bothering them; and blind people are very adept at listening to voices.
So, I wait, and I will be so releaved when she calls me, or she logs in to messenger. But for now, I wait nervously. Its a good thing I was not planning on sleeping, I could not get to sleep if I were exhausted right now, I am to anxious.
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if I knew how, I would be swearing in several languages right now [Nov. 27th, 2007|03:23 pm]
[Current Location |on my couch]
[mood |agrivated to the point of fury]
[music |the TV]

Okay, I don't mind people, let me bbegin by saying that. I have nothing against people, I like several of them myself. I happen to be one. HOwever, if I am going to be forced to be around people that I don't even know, and haven't even met, I would like to have some warning.
NOw, before I delve into my rant, I suppose I should explain what I am talking about. My stepdad decided today, that he would offer to let one of his ship mates sleep in our house, instead of on the ship tonight. NOw, my mother and I would have been fine with this, if we had known it more than half an hour ago. I was just recently called and told to clean the house, because a chief was coming over, and he would bee staying the night.
So, now I have cleaned the house as best I can, plus done all the things I needed to do. And now I get to wait fro our company to arrive.
Now, usually I wouldn't make a big deal about this. But last night was the first night that I have had all to myself in a week. We have had company nearly constantly for ten days, and I am sick of the noise and the constant acting like we're nice peopple.
I guess that is what annoys me most about company. I hate the fact that whenever you have company over, you act like your life is perfect. YOu act like you are always clean, and like you are always nice to your children, and life is perfect for you. Why can't people just be normal around there company? Act you are just a normal person. But that will not happen in my house, it might in other houses, but not in mine. My mother makes a huge deal if my uncle is coming over for dinner, let alone if someone is coming to spend the night.
So, now I will not get a night of peace tonight; not that I exactly got one anyway. So, that is my complaint. I am done now.
I might post again later, maybe when I am in a better mood.
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yay! [Nov. 19th, 2007|11:56 pm]
[Current Location |on my bed]
[mood |relaxed and happy]
[music |eyeglass]

For those of you reading this journal post who might not have noticed the subject of it. I am very happy. The little brats left, I got paid, I can now spend uninterrupted time with my girlfriend... (or nearly uninterrrupted), and I can partake of good literature at my lessure. I was given a manuscript to peruse, and I have perused it thoroughly. It was fantastic, amazing, a masterpiece. And rather creepy.
This novel involved some romance, and many of the tings said between the two characters involved in the romance, were near quotes, or actual quotes from many of Bianca and my conversation. I am now convinced that the author of this manuscript is stalking us.
So now, life is good, but I am again stuck with nothing to read. I have been working on my novel, ad expect to get to the main plot within a couple of chapters. I should have it set up and boiling before the passage of a couple of days.
That is about all I can say, my sister is coming tomorrow, so I am at a loll in life right now. And I am happily relaxing in it.
Thanks for reading, happy four days to turkey day, and have a great day.
P.S. If Caitlin reads this, I am writing out a full criticism, or sinopsis, I should have it ready for you in a little while. I'll email it to you.
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another day, wish I got another dollar [Nov. 18th, 2007|01:55 pm]
[Current Location |on my couch slash bed, as it is this weekend for me, no slee]
[mood |bored, frustrated, solemn, fed]
[music |football game, bad one too]

So, here we are, on our second day of our fabulous vacation. Please tell me every one of you reading this got ever ounce of sarcasm that statement was dripping with.
You would think, that when you drive six hours to see your friends, you would want to do something other than something one does at home, but that is not the case here. I suppose, based on my observations of the past day and a half, that the guests we have, are inerested in football enough, to drive six hours, and do nothing but watch it. Now, I have nothing against football myself, I love the sport, but if I went to my friends house that was six hours away, I personally would catch the score in the paper the next day, rather than actually watching the game. But I guess comeradery is dead.
So now, instead of actually leaving my house, and doing something, which was the only possible bright spot I can think of, I am stuck here, in my house, as I have been for weeks on end; and I am bored, as always, and I am watching the little twits play with my dog, no matter how many times I tell them not to.
Oh, I suppose I should share that story with you. My mother, in her knowledge, made a decision yesterday. When our guess arrived, I was upstairs puttig away laundry, my dog was downstairs, laying in the sun that shines through our sliding glass door. So, the little chidlren come in and see the dog, so my mother, without waiting for me to control my dog, decides she is going to introduce them to her, and her to them. So now they think that they can simply play with the dog all the time, no matter what I do to stop them, even if I have my dog on the shortest of leashes, they will just pet her as she sits next to me. I tell them not to pet her, and they don't uderstand it. So, needless to say, I am slightly frustrated with my mother for doing that
So, now, as I said, I am bored, stuck in my house, and watching football. Some vacation.
HOpe you are having a better time than I am. Thanks for reading, and have a nice day.
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isn't this supposed to be a time to be thankful for family? [Nov. 16th, 2007|10:17 pm]
[Current Location |in my room, thank god]
[mood |happy, iand festive, and feel]
[music |mom screaming at dad, and 311 on the stereo]

wow! That is a word that I use to express the fact that the only thing my parents have done since about seven o'clock this morning, is complain about the family we are expecting. First, they were griping about my sister, who they feel completely destroys everything they own when she comes; when in all actuallity she leaves a couple pop cans, and maybe a pillow out of place. If you listened to what they said she did, our house would burn down, then be stomped on by a large walrus, then be rebuilt, then destroyed bya rogue giant squid, then burned again, and finally swallowed by moby dick. All because my sister had come. And yet, they are all happy smilews up to the point of two weeks before she arrives. So now, we are dealing with the complaints of two parents who do nothing but complain.
Then, once they had run out of interesting things, or interesting animals, to demolish our house with; they moved on to the family that is coming for thanksgiving. Now this is interesting, pay close atention here.
First, is my uncle Paul, nice guy, if a little high strung. They are convinced that he will complain abot everything, and try to do everything himself, ultimately ending up in a smoking mess. Which all stems from when he tried to cook steak three years ago, and burned some of them. My parents have a hard time forgetting mistakes. They still accuse me of something I did when I was thirteen.
so then, when they were done with uncle paul, they moved on to my aunt and uncle, and their two children. Now, I will admit, the two children have no discipline whatsoever, and my room will be locked when they are here; but my parents knew what they were like, and still invited them. Now, if it were my house, and I knew that a family was like that, I would not invite them to my house; but that is just me and my logic.
So, now that we have passed over the entire family, we moved on to our house, which is never clean enough. We could have an operating room in our bathroom, and they would still not be happy with the cleanliness. We could have a cealed environment, and it would still not be clean enough for my mom. So, once the house was clean, we moved on to me, which is there normal fair. for complaint for my parents.
Today it was the fact that I use too many cups, my total count for the day... an astounding, none. I drank from bottles today, drinking what remained of my water, to free up space in the refrigerator. All of these bottles, I might add, are now in the trash, and have been since the contents of them was completely removed. So I really don't know what I am being told I should do, perhaps I should find a way to make my drinks float in midair, so as not to even have empty containers of any sort. I really don't know, but they will learn to get over it.
So, now my mom is bustling about the house, fussing like an old woman abot every speck of dust or dirt she finds. She actually got down on her hands and knees and scrubbed every inch of the floors, again. Then promptly stood up and complained that her back hurt.
So, anyway, I am lost in a mire of complaints, anti-logic, non-reason, and basic stupidity. I have retreated to what remains of my sanctuary, at least for tonight, until the brats move in and completely destroy everything. Although I do not have a system anymore, I now have to recreate one, which can take months to get absolutely perfect. But no one understands the need for organization to a blind person. NOne of the sighted people I live with anyway.
So, that is my life. In a very boring, repetative way. Check back tomorrow, I will do my best to post, but I make no garrantees. I will be very busy tending to the brats, as I have been elected involuntary, and unpaid, babysitter of the little twits.
OH, incase you haven't noticed, I don't like these kids, they are ilmannered to say the least, but there parents, I have never met. So yeah, hope you enjoyed my ranting, I will most likely be happier later on, when bianca gets home. So, have a great day, and don't forget the two words that make any family get together a good time... Open Bar.
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let the spazing begin [Nov. 15th, 2007|11:20 pm]
[Current Location |in bed]
[mood |in pain, and missing my prince]
[music |some show on TV]

I would like to, first of all, apologize to those of you who may have weak constitutions. This post may be filled with some strong language.
First of all, as I have said before, my parents are driving me crazy. But today was the turning point, I went from crazy, to damn well pissed off.
See. we're having company this weekend, company that I have never met before; and this company are bringing two kids with them. These kids will be sleeping in my room, which I have taken months to organize and arrange wexactly how I want it. But now I have to take everything that is remotely dangerous out of my room, and put it away in my parents room, for it to collect dust and get pits and basically get damamged. And I have to do this, so the little brats don't cut their fingers off. but I've said this before, old news.
So today, since tomorrow is not a good day for my parents, we have to completely clean the house. So my mom decides that I have to fix a scratch on the stairs that she made while moving, or trying to move, a treadmill down the stairs on her own. Now its a deep scratch, so I have to fill it with puddy, then let it dry, then sand it, then paint it; and I have to do it because I am the only one in this house with any wood working experience. So I was doing that all morning, and part of the afternoon, then she decided to have me clean the entire upstairs level. So I did, but it wasn't good enough, so she gave me chemicals and I had to do it again.
So by the end of the day, I was very very tired of cleaning. But I wasn't done cleaning, she made me plish silver, plish plates, and wash the tiles on the lower floor. so now I am tired of anything.
So we eat dinner, and my parents begin to clean the kitchen. However, they leave that one machine that is the terror of all blind people open, the dishwasher, and they go upstairs. Well, I of course don't know that it is open, and I smash my shin into it while playing with my dog. I hit it hard enough to draw blood.
Well they coe downstairs at my profain scream, and they don't say anything like, "sorry we left the dishwasher open", or "sorry your leg is gushing blood right now"; no, they say, "wow, I didn't feela thing". So I get pissed off, which I feel is my right, and I fix my leg myself. So, now I am rather pissed off at my parents, and my leg still huts, I think I bruised the bone. Damn dishwasher.
So, then, my day got better, seriously. I got online, and my angel was on. I called her, we talked for a little while, and she made me feel better, just like I knew she would.
I am so happy she is my girlfriend, she makes me feel like no one else does. I love her so much, she is the best girl in the world, bar none. My apologies to any girl who thaught they might be the best, you are in fact, not Bianca, so you are not my favorite. But you can be my best friend, if that is any conselation to you.
My mood is still dampered by the fact that her and I are fearful of her getting her computer taken away, which would basically end our conversations. But we will have to see what happens. I hope it doesn't happen, I would miss her terribly.
Well, that is my life according to me, hope you enjoyed reading it. ost a comment if you so desire, and don't forget to have a great day.
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bad days and hard times [Nov. 14th, 2007|08:27 pm]
[Current Location |in my room]
[mood |good now that I have bianca]
[music |the TV, not sure what show]

Okay, so I've missed a couple days, but that is because we haven't had internet, so don't blame me. Anyway, lets talk about my life for a second, or for the rest of this post at least.
So yeah, my parents are annoying the hell out of me. They are accusing me of taking things from them. first it was a bag of those hershies kisses with peanut butter in them, which make me sick, and they know that. Of course I know where the bag is, its in the cabinet down stairs, and still is, I checked on it this morning. It is there because it was next to the coffee maker and it had melted once before, so I moved it and told them about it.
So then I was rather angry that they completely ransacked my room looking for it, so I gave some smart answers to there stupid questions. So anyway, I had asked for some hot chocolate, the powder stuff, and they got it for me, but they hid it from me until I apoligized. So I refused to say I'm sorry, cause I didn't do anything, but I found it anyway. they don't know that yet.
So now they are accusing me of cutting open a box of chicken broth, which is rediculous. So now they barely talk to me, and I really don't mind it to be honest with you.
The only thing that is keeping me sane right now, is Bianca. And even that is being slowly drawn away, because she can only stay on until ten o'clock her time. So we don't get to talk as much anymore. But I still know she loves me, so it is okay. hid it from me until I ap
So that is what is happening to me. I'm rather surprised that they haven't asked me where I hid the scream out. Or asked me why I was in the grassy noll, they accuse me of anything else.
So anyway, that is my rather disjointed, and rathe self righteous post. Bt anyway, it doesn't really matter.
So have a great day, and keep reading.
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because I was told to post [Nov. 12th, 2007|01:18 am]
[Current Location |on my bed]
[mood |contented to be contented]
[music |caitlin and bianca on the phone]

okay, so Caitlin, whom I finally got contact with after several months, she told me to post, so here you go, posting, hope she's happy. Yeah, run on sentences, aren't they great.
Anyway, not a lot has happened lately to me. Or nothing of much interest, I talked to Bianca a lot, and really not much else. I've started the process of moving my enumberable weapons out of my room, and into my parents closet. The only ting is, I has too many weapons, and they all have to be movi=ed with care, wrapped in cloth, and then stowed away in my parents closet. It is tedious work, I don't see why I can't just tell the kids not to touch them and that some of them are sharp enough to cut at the touch, and leave them to there digitless fate; but my paretns won't let me do that. Anyway, I am slowly moving them, and cleaning them at the same time. But the suit of armor isn't moving, I don't feel like lifting the onehundred fifty pound hunk of hammered steel off of the floor. Not a job I want to do.
Anyway, that is about as interesting as my life gets at the moment. HOpe you enjoyed my ranting, but since I doubt you did, thanks for reading anyways. Have a great day.
And don't be a stranger because todays post was so boring, I promise thrills and entertainment eventually. Bye for now.
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love and entertainment [Nov. 10th, 2007|07:52 pm]
[mood |annoyed, but mostly amused]
[music |band: saosin, album: saosin]

So its been about a week since the last time I posted, but I have been busy with Bianca. Her and I are doing great, I am happy and she is happy, and she makes me happy. YOu get the picture.
I can't stop thinking, or talking about her, she really is the girl of my dreams.
but lets pause a moment to talk about another girl. This will be all I'm saying on the subject. It is just funny, ina humorous kind of way, that a person can be so hypocritical. And that a person can have such poor english skills and typing skills.
NOw, I could go into details, I could sling mud until the day is over, but I am going to be the bigger person. I am not going to say anything about her personally, I am not going to insult her. I am just going to ask the girl, and she knows who she is, to drop it, I am happy, she is the past, I have some fond memories of her, but that is all she is, a memory. I am sympathetic to her that she still has feelings for her, and I am also sympathetic to her new boyfriend for the same reason, he deserves a girlfriend who is fully his girlfriend, not pining over someone else. I will say that I feel she has a lot of growing up to do, but I will not be a part of it. I will not be a part of her life anymore, I would still be friends with her, I have nothing against her. I wish her the best, and hope she finds something that makes her happy, and somehow moves on with her life.
If she choses to continue her tirades, that is her decision, but I am washing my hands of her as of now. From this moment on, until she finds a way to contact me and reconcile with me, she might as well not exist to me.
And now, back to my life. A couple days ago, I had an interesting day that I meant to right about. It was last tuesday.
first, it started early, too early in my opinion, and I had to go to this meeting at eight thirty. but when I get to the buliding that the meeting is supposed to be in, I find it doesn't open until eight thirty; as I arrived at eight o'clock, I had to wait until that time to enter. However, it was one of the coldest days of the week that morning, and it was very very miserable sitting ona wet bench, in the cold, with the wind blowing, and basically everything going wrong from the start. So, then, I get into my meeting at eight thirty, and it drags on until nine fourty-five, and I will not go into my opinion of the person the meeting was with.
So finally I get signed up for classes, which is what the meeting was for, and I leave. Well, now it is hot outside, as it is in florida, and I am wearing jeans and a leather jacket, because it wasn't supposed to be hot that day. So I am sitting at a bus stop for thirty minutes, sweating to death. So the bus comes, and I get on it, and I finally get home an hour or so later.
So I am walking down the street, tired as hell, mentally at least. And I get to my door, and it is open. Now no one is supposed to be home at that time, both my parents are at work, so I imediately think something is wrong. So I get away from the door, and call the police on my cell phone.
The police arrive, search the house, luckily nothing was taken, so they think it was just a freak accident, no one broke in. but it still got my heart pumping. So now I am on an adrenelyn rush, and when I crash from that, I am totally exhausted. And all this before one in the afternoon, so I still had my entire days work ahead of me. So by the end of the day, I just wanted to curl up and not talk to anyone, and not do anything. but Bianca made me feel better, as she always does, so it wasn't all bad.
So that is my life in a nut shell. A large, long-winded nutshell, but a nutshell none the less. I hope you enjoyed reading it, and have a great day.
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the most wonderful girl in the world [Nov. 5th, 2007|01:58 am]
[mood |in love]
[music |bianca on skipe]

dear reader,
I realize it has been a while again since I have written, but since you didn't have to wait for eight months to read this one, I don't know what you are complaining about. Anyway, a lot has happened to me since the last time I posted. So where should I begin.
First of all, I have to tell you about Bianca. Now I know what your asking, "whose bianca Cody?" Well, my answer is, read on people. Anyway, got off track.
Bianca, is my girlfriend. She is truly the most wonderful girl in the world, truly. I have never met a girl like her, she is smart, funny, beautiful, intellectual, playful, kind, caring, loving, and the easiest person to talk to I have ever met. She is also very mature, which is a must for me.
Now, some of you, who have been a reader of my psts for a while might say, "but what about morgan Cody, what happened to her?" And I would say the following. Who cares what happened to morgan, she is a (edit), and I really can't stand to talk to her. I can't even find a reason why I went out with her. And as to why I broke up, it was because getting arrested and kicked out of college, just didn't appeal to me. Anyway, back to more important things, like bianca.
Her and I are like two peas in a pod, although not really because we aren't vegetables, but you get the picture. We think the same thing often times, say the same things at the same times, and even return to our computers at the exact same time more often than not. Anyway, she is simply wonderful to me, and I love her to death. I love her so much, she makes me very happy, and that is all that matters after all, me being happy.
Now, what about my other friends. Well, lets see here, Nick is in scotland dancing with sheep and drinking himself silly with scotch... and maybe studying english there. Which strikes me as funny that he would go to a place that can't even speak english correctly to learn english, but I digress.
Joe just got laid off, damn michigan economy. He had a great job at a factory, making great money, and they lay him off and downsize his area. But what can you do. He will probably end up in the academy next year or the one after, which is good for him after all. That boy will end up being a cop if I ever have anything to do with it. He wouldn't do as anything else, he was born to wear blue and carry a gun. Though admitedly the second thaught kind of scares me, I've seen him when he is armed.
I haven't heard the latest from zander and thomas, so I can't update on them. the rest of the crew is hanging around there respective parts of the country, doing this or that, and generally raising mischief whereever they go.
Caitlin is keeping herself busy, too busy if you ask me, the girl is so busy she barely has leasure time. She is working on a college schedule, and she is still a senior.
So, school, well it sucks, that is all I'm gonna say about that.
So that is that, I met the girl of my dreams, my friends are there, and doing what they do best. And life is generally good.
Except for the fact that I have to completely de-weaponize my room in the next few weeks. Every sword, knife, lighter, pistol, and cartridge, has to come out and go into a locked room in my parents bedroom, except my .357, it ain't goin' no where, except with me. Anyway, some little kids will be moving in to my room for a couple of days, and I don't trust them with blades or bullets, or fire, so it will be moved. Though I admit I am not willing to give up my bed.
Then, on thanksgiving, I will have to be protecting googie like never before. My cousins are coming down from new jersey, and they have a history of being torturous to animals. They actually killed there cat because they decided to play gold with it, and not with it as a catty either. Poor thing.
But googie will be well protected, I have already made it perfectly clear to both my parents and my uncle that I have no qualms about putting them through plate glass if they come near my dog. My parents have assured me they won't, but the kids cause chaos in every house they visit, so I don't see why this one would be any different. I swear I will need a drink by the end of the day. Hell the dog might need one, jk.
So, anyway, that is about all I have to say for now. I will try to post more often, not that any of your lives is revolving around these posts, but I digress. Until next time.
Cody
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who really cares, like you guys infuse anything about the actual text from this! [Sep. 30th, 2007|01:04 pm]
[mood |comfortable, and hot]
[music |muse, don't know the name]

okay, I said I would post again to satisfy my rabbid readers. anyway, not much has happened since yesterday, although I should probably be sleeping because of yesterday. I didn't get off the phone until seven this morning, and woke up to feed the dog and stuff at eight, and haven't gone back to sleep yet. But I don't really feel all that tired anyway.
So, I got a message from Morgan. But no one knows who Morgan is yet Because I haven't told anything about her. She is an X girlfriend, and she is a bitch, that is all that is needed. Her parents sent me a message asking me to go back out with there daugher, which scares me. I was liked by them, and they were nice people, but still, asking someone to date your daughter is not normal. anyway, that is that and it is not a big deal, I said no.
So, that is today, if you guys were expecting some rivetting commentary, deal with it. That will come sometime later. Bye for now.
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update [Sep. 29th, 2007|03:05 pm]
[Current Location |on my couch]
[mood |happy, but hungry]
[music |some TV on WWII]

ok, so I know I haven't exactly posted in a while, but here we go. I am not going to bore you with the details of the past nine months, but I will give you some of the high lights. So lets see, I broke up with Chelsea, good choice, not going any farther into that for the risk of ruining my mood is high with that. Graduated high school, which is cool. And I now am in college. So that brings us up to the present. So, lets see what is happening with me today. Well, as some things never change, I am still intangled in a web of girls. I have always had a problem with beign atracted to them. I am not gay. It is that I like them, and sometimes they like me, some times they don't, but I like them, and I will concentrate of them, and that sometimes blinds me to other things. Anyway, I am lucky enough this time, to only like one. But unlucky enough, to not be the first to do so, and not be her first choice. But I can be patient. I am relatively sure she likes me, maybe not as much as the other guy, but hey, what can you do right. YOu play with the cards your given, and sometimes you can make the pair beat the straight if you have the right poker face. Okay, bad analogy, but you get the point.
So, anyway, I like her, she likes me (I believ) and so life is good.
College is a bore, and not anywhere near what I was expecting it to be. I was expecting it to be this fierce challenge, I expected to be learning something I didn't know, I expected it to at least be interesting to go to. But so far it is none of those things, save perhaps the last one if only for my speech professor.
Speaking of my speech professor, she is the greatest teacher I have had. She is so politically incorrect, and makes fun of the fact that she should be. She is just so off handed. It has not been uncommon for her to tell five or six different stories in the telling of one. Does that make sense. What it is, she will be making a point, and she will start telling a story to make a point, then she will tell a story to prove a point in that story, and so on until she has told several stories, all of them intertaining, and she can still get the point across of the first story. On thursday, she literally had a good percent of the class rolling and laughing so much that they could barely breath, me included. It is very enjoyable.
Well, I am nearly out of time here, so I will sign off. Enjoy the latest entry, I will write again soon I promise, some time in the next nine months.
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christmas in paradise [Dec. 25th, 2006|02:09 am]
[Current Location |in my room]
[mood |lonely and miserable]
[music |the silence of two oclock in the morning]

hey People,
I reallize that it has been a long time sence I have posted. I don't really have an excuse.
So, it is christmas, and I am lonely and miserable. I haven't left my hose since Thursday, and I haven't talked to anyone in person other than my mom. Now, it isn't that I don't like my mom (I love her very much), I just don't want to spend three weeks with her. So, I am miserable right now.
I am lonely because Chelsea is in New York, and I can't call her, I can't talk to any of my friends because none of them are answering their phones. So, I guess I will be lonely for a long time, I really don't know how I am going to survive until January Nine. Expecially because on Tuesday, my mom goes back to work, which means that I will be home alone with nothing to do, and no one to talk to. I don't know if I can make it through that without looking forward to talking to Chelsea, or Caitlin, or one of my othr friends. It is really onely in this life.
So, that is my life right now. I know it sounds like a bad emo song, but I can't help it. I haven't had a life in two years, and my mom won't let me have one. I have no friends, or few, and the few that I have can't come over to my hose because they are girls. I don't know what I am going to do.
Well, that is my entry, make what you want of it. I am going to go back and do nothing. Or toss and turn in bed, I can't choose which sounds more appealling.
Have a merry Christmas.
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