So, here's my World Page designed especially for me. For those of you who aren't familiar with me, I'm an aspiring Manga-ka (at least in my own mind) and I enjoy many things in life, including, but not limited to: sword-fights, squirrels, lingual jokes, shiny rocks, and strawberries.
Also, I was born in Texas, but raised in Montana. No, I don't ride horses, or boil water over a campfire to heat it, and as a matter of fact, I hate Westerns! I don't have an accent (y'all) and I don't wear a ten-gallon cowboy hat with chaps. I'm a normal, everyday average citizen of America... who wishes he were somewhere else. XD I'm also agnostic, so don't come preaching to me about anything, okies? And, I won't throw you down a well, okies? Yay! Friends!!!
"You have to be realistic about terrorism. Certain groups of people, certain groups, Muslim fundamentalists, Christian fundamentalists, Jewish fundamentalists, and just plain guys from Montana, are going to continue to make life in this country very interesting for a long, long time."
Or, check out our DeviantArt page [Shiro-Jinja] that Angelo (Fai no Tenshi) and I share!
Well, hope you enjoy your visit and sayonara for now! ^_^
So, my dad left for Wisconsin today. We'll see him again around Christmas.
Otherwise, we'll see him as often as possible on Skype. So far, my mom and dad are my only friends there. But, that's okay, because I will only use it to talk to any family. I don't think I wanna talk to anyone else as it is. Maybe some IRL friends. We'll see.
For whatever reason, the boyfriend can't understand the importance of Skype for my parents. But, dad's gonna be gone for 3 years and we'll only see him on holidays, really. Any face-to-face contact will be wholesomely welcomed.
I have an appointment with my Diabetes Doctor tomorrow. I hope it goes well...
Yep, it's my birthday.
I hit the big 22 today.
First of all, a big thank you to all of you who sent me a gift and/or signed my portfolio. I'm thrilled that people remember me.
But, your wishes were wasted. Today was a repeat ...
I'm tired of the guessing and the tip-toe walking. I'm tired that you're always tired. I'm tired of the guilt-trips and pressure.
You're acting like nothing's wrong.
Everything is wrong.
You insult my family. By extension, you insult me. By further extension, you're insulting yourself.
Or, are you trying to stress that connection?
I'm not a mind-reader. If something is wrong, I wish you would tell me. With words. Not actions. Not by trying to undo my belt when I'm not looking. Not by sulking when I tell you "No," even if your day has been awful.
We said we would communicate better than our friends did. Promised we wouldn't let that happen to us.
So, how come when I say hello, you log out?
When I say good-bye, you just grunt?
You hug me tight like you're afraid to let go. Yet, you hold me at arm's length. Why? What are you trying to protect me from? Protect yourself from?
I can't grow closer and understand you better if you create barriers or stay silent.
I know you feel guilty. I do, too.
But, I wish guilt wasn't driving you.
I wish you would open your eyes and see me standing here, ready to help.
I don't CARE.
I DON'T care. I don't care.
And... that's a lie.
Omigawds... today... omigawds.
Where to start? Let's see...
We had plans to head up to my grandparents' house today. So, I was up at freakin' 7:30am after getting to bed around 3am. (I blame ~RazingResonance and *SayaHimitsuzuki XDDD ) But, I napped later. ANYWAY.
We stop at the gas station in town and I get this random text, "Hello. My name's Cody and I'm new to [my hometown] and decided to text a random number in the area. Who's this?" I was like, "Hah, you got a college student. Welcome to [hometown]." Then, we texted back and forth for about an hour and I learned that he was 23, from Billings, and moved here to go to school next year. Anyway, he starts talking about his dick.
I fucking hate that. Why do men think they need to talk about their dicks? It's not the defining quality most women are looking for and it most certainly was NOT what I was interested in. Don't think he understood the whole... "I've got no bewbs" concept. So, I replied, "I don't much care for this topic." Then, he wanted to send me pics and was asking if it was ok. I replied, "Hell no. I'm pretty much married as it is. My boyfriend wants to be a doctor and he's already a weapon's expert. He could kill you before you even knew what was happening. I think you should stop texting me and try a new number. Good luck finding friends in [hometown]. By the way, hint hint, I'm a fucking GUY." After that, he quit texting me and I haven't heard from him. I'm glad he took the hint. Bastard.
Anyhoo, we showed up at my first grandparent's house around 10, 11-ish. My aunt and uncle were visiting and they'd brought two foreign exchange students with 'em who are in the states for a whole year. One, Marco, was from Estonia, and the other, Mario, was from Bolivia. They were pretty nice guys. We played a game of cribbage and they pwned me, with my grandpa's help. The old man likes to play so fast, I'm sure it counts as cheating. XDD Anyway, they were a couple of nice kids. Mario kept staring at me, though, and it was getting REALLY awkward... I was thinking, "Dude, there are other people here! Stop watching meeeeee! >^< "
After that, we went out to my other grandparents' house, about 15 miles south, and ate lunch there. My grandpa pulled out some little remote control helicopter he got for his birthday or something last year and my dad and his two brothers decided to play with it outside. Nothing like seeing 3 40-year-old-or-so men playing with a toy helicopter. XDD It was like watching a few little kids! Then, it got stuck on the roof when the wind picked up and they had to find a ladder to get it down. Had us all out there, watching. Like some side-show. XDDD
Anyhoo, I'm back home now and really tired. ^^;
That was my Saturday in a nutshell.
Although, my dog Skylar has been acting out of character all day and it's starting to worry me... I guess I'll see how it goes for a few days, then start worrying more...
Well, ja mata~!