My name is Cody (obviously) I'm 15 years old, and to me, art is
extremely important. I used to stay in my room for days painting,
reading, and writing. Although, I can not do that now, because of
school, martial arts, and chores. If I want to write, paint, or
read, I need to stay up late, and wake up early.
I usually only end up getting 3-5 hours of sleep, but for some odd
reason, it doesn't bother me.
Sometimes I may seem like I'm being rude, and hating on your
stories, but I am just used to giving, and receiving criticism.
Please don't be offended by me pointing out a few things. If you
don't want me to do that, just tell me.
Bellow this is an old profile I made on another website.
I will remove some information later, I just wanted to put this
here instead of typing it all out.
BORN: September 29-1996--14:59---Tulsa Oklahoma.
I was born prematurely. If the doctors had taken a second longer
to do whatever they did to keep me alive, I would have died.
Against all odds, I survived, and healed faster than most. The
Doctors were surprised. (That's what I've been told.) I was
supposed to have an identical twin, but something happened, and
the fetus died. The placenta formed a thin layer of skin over the
dead fetus, and proceeded to dissolve the body. Everything was
normal, but a hole formed in the skin, and I was in danger of
being crippled, or dissolved as well. Not only that, but my lungs
weren't fully developed. There was something else that I should
have died from, but I can't remember. I'll have to ask again.
Kind of sad though, there was nothing I wanted more than to have
a twin, and when I was 10, my older sister told me what
LIVED IN: California, Kansas, Wyoming, several places in
I'm probably forgetting a place, but I can't think of it right
now. My memory isn't that great, I can't remember the towns that
I lived in. I do remember the ocean in California, the somewhat
pleasant, freezing climate in Wyoming, but I don't remember
anything from Kansas, besides finding a seashell in the middle of
a dry field. I miss the cold weather, and I miss the ocean. I
don't know why, but I don't like Oklahoma much...
IS CURRENTLY LOCATED IN:
I've been a Christian ever since I was 5 years old. (Maybe
sooner) My mom used to take me to church. I remember someone
giving me a bible. That was the greatest gift anyone had given me
at that time. Years passed, and we all stopped going to church.
Eventually, we found a place to stay, not far from where we first
lived. Me and my little brother started going to church. I loved
it, my brother didn't. after a few years, he stopped going, and
so did I. Not long after, things started to happen. I became a
really bad person. I won't even begin to explain all of the
things I did. I remember listening to a hard rock station on the
radio. It started to go out, I didn't know what was wrong. I hit
the button to change the channel three times, and stopped on a
Christian rock station. I was about to change the channel when I
heard a song that made me stop. I listened to it for a while, and
left the radio on that channel ever since. I started going back
to church, and everyone said they missed me. I was surprised they
even remembered me.. Later on, they told me that I should go with
them to Falls Creek. (A Christian camp) I went home, got my
savings, and in June, went to Falls Creek. It was the greatest
place I've ever been. There was always something to do, people
were nice, and I was actually asked to group with people. We'd go
to the swimming area, skate park, and to the basketball court,
then go get an Icee, or hangout at the coffee shop. I met a girl
named Carlee there. She and I talked a lot. She understood me so
well. We had a lot in common, and we became best friends really
soon. I went home, and that's when I realized how I really felt
about her. Each day, I thought about her more, and more. I'd stay
up all night, unable to sleep, waiting until morning so I could
call her... I'm going to stop the story here.. I'm getting off
LANGUAGES I'M LEARNING:
German, French, Spanish, and
I speak very little of each language, but that's because I'm
teaching myself. I'm best at Japanese. I'm learning German, and
French because I plan on going to Europe and go to college there.
I'll be there in probably ten years, and then probably stay there
for ten years. My mom encourages me to stay there and not come
back to America, and my dad doesn't care what happens to me, so I
might stay in Europe... I tried to learn Russian, but I got as
far as saying 'Hello' and I gave up. It's been about a year since
I've spoken French, or Spanish, so I've forgotten a lot. Good
thing I remember how to ask if they speak english, lol.
THINGS THAT INTEREST ME:
Writing, painting, drawing, photography,
I've always had an interest in writing stories, ever since I knew
how to write complete sentences. I'm not really sure why I used
to write, but I know why I do now. Writing allows me to escape
from the uncontrollable, unpredictable reality, and enter a world
of my own creation. It allows me to momentarily live in a world
that I can control, one that I can create my own fate. When I
write, I can see, feel, taste, hear, and smell what the character
does. All of my anger, sadness, and loneliness leaves me, and I
can actually have a moment in my life where there is nothing to
worry about. I am able to express how I feel, and what I think,
without anyone criticizing me, or making fun of me. Drawing, and
painting help to bring what I write about closer to reality. I
guess it gives me more comfort. I could spend hours, or days in
my room, drawing, writing, and painting without ever feeling
bored. But unfortunately, I can't. My parents are more interested
in how much work I can do before I fall behind schedule, rather
than how much creativity I can express... As for photography, I
just saw things that I never wanted to forget, no matter what.
I'd grab a camera, take several pictures, and save the best ones.
People said I have a natural talent of photography.. but I think
they're just trying to be nice... My interest in reading shares
the same reason that I write, only it's a world that someone else
created. I enjoy all kinds of books, adventure, romance, horror,
and more. I'm starting to read more vampire stories.. I guess
they just got my attention because I like the night more than the
day, and vampires are creatures of the night.
Q: Why do I believe in god?
A: Because it gives me hope, I
Q: If I hate violence, why do I work
so hard at learning how to fight?
A: I hate to fight, but I try to
learn to fight so I can protect myself and others.
Q: Why am I homeschooled?
A: Because the schools where I live
aren't so good.