About my avatar:
Yes, I drew that and no I won't draw you. I suck at paint as you can tell.

Darn you Deanne...She wanted me to post stuff about my appearance because she thought I was fat...that and...

Features:
Eyes: They are my best feature (my opinion) because they are my favorite color: Blue. Dark enough to never be considered as lightning blue.
Height: I'm not tall (even though I want to be) 6 feet is all I'll ever be...
Ethinicity: Guess. I'm a half-breed so you just might get it.
Weight: About 150 pounds (no I'm not anorexic my teeth would be falling out of my head like raindrops if I was)
Hair: I'm one of those guys with 'mushroom caps'. Where it just bowls over my head, has this annoying part in the center that I can't get rid of and pokes into my eyes because I can't cut my own hair without stabbing my eyes out. All I can do is scowl at it and toss my head like those so called emo kids...
Markings: I don't know what markings are so I'm just guessing they are scars that are easily seen and define me...I have this scar over my eyebrow. It's a burn caused by a hair curler that my ex-girlfriend threw at me... Let me tell you something from personal experience: Chicks don't dig scars. They cringe at them and make faces.

(Why she asked me to fill this out please don't ask. All I know is that if I don't she'll stop making me food...)

Likes: Food...ummm more food? Third to food I like music and concerts. Yes thrashing in a pit is my thing wierd isn't it?

Dislikes: Sekki, I never liked Sekki. I also detest: Being bored, it makes my eyes cry. The dreaded test called the SAT. Ever heard of it? I dread its very existence.
Another thing I'd like to add is that I highly dislike those who promise you but then turn around and never follow through on their words. In my opinion these people are worst than dirt. Maybe it's because I take my vows/promises like a blood oath that I detest those people who don't follow suit. If I give you my word I assure you that I will do it, no matter how long it takes me I'll get it finished.

And if I owe you whatever it may be I'll give everything I can to get that dept repaid. I don't like owing anyone anything.

How old are you: Old enough to enter the mundane world of college but young enough to hate high school.

Favorite Color: Black? Basically all shades of grey.

Hobbies: Can't surf anymore (Stupid WA) I'll freeze to death if I do. Snowboarding, listening to music, and going to concerts...

Music tastes: I like metal. Death metal is fair game but alternative rock is ok actually I like opera too. See below:
Behemoth, Suicide Silence, Slipknot, Nightwish, Within Temptation, Xandria, Postal Service, Horse the Band, ect...

Shows: I guess Chuck is a good comedy and Heroes is a good action show. In Animes I prefer tons of violence (explosions count), character deaths and blood.
Elfen Lied, Blood Plus, Death Note, Ghost in the Shell, Claymore, Trinity Blood, Angel Sanctuary, and ect.

Address: Why do you wanna know?

Phone: These are getting rather personal aren't they?

Shampoo Pref: O.o Excuse me?

If using the symbols Y=T(x) to represent the minimum of this function: Explain the meaning of Y, x and Y=T(x)?
-_-; I'm leaving this interview.

Does Linsay Lohan have a shopping addiction?
O.O End of interview!

Everyone seems to have quotes in their profile now. I will post these from my real life because I find it idiotic to post some words coming from the mouth of a guy I won't pretend to know.

Trey: If Jesus was a pancake I'd eat him. Same goes for Santa Claus if he was a waffle.

Carrie to little kids on bus: Shut up! You aren't even real people! You are all just halfs!

ViolentLight standing on the couch: I'm the sofa king!
Aardwolf in reply: Yeah, say that faster and add 'hi' to the end.
ViolentLight confused: I'm sofa king high?
Aardwolf: Now you're speaking my language.

Me: I feel sick...
Aardwolf in reply: Maybe you're growing a fetus in the heel of your foot?

Me snarling at English final: This is so F-ing hard and it's too F-ing long...
ViolentLight: THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!

Me as journalist for English: What does the big picture mean to you?
Dan answering: My next life I'll be a praying mantis! Then an ant...

Thomas S.: Hey you look like you know stuff!
Me as a journalist for English: ...yes?
Thomas S. : Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns because they taste funny?
Me about to throw away my journalist's cap: Darn it to Hell!

Random guy seeing my hat: Hey, you look like you know stuff!
Me: ...WHAT?!
Random guy meekly: Will...will you look into the future and see if I get a girlfriend?
Me throwing away my hat and clipboard: I'm a journalist not an F-ing fortune teller!

Me not being able to quit journalism: What kind of drug is alcohol, Dan?
Dan: DELICIOUS!

Me taking opinions for journalism class: You disgusting abomination, what do you think of Battle of the Sexes?
Jake Hochhalter comes over and answers: Men will dominate, it's a simple mathematical equation in which men are irrovocably the lasting variable, ergo the females will merely cease to exist as an entity: metaphysically and pschophysically.
Me not believing a word: So what you are saying is that girls will cease to be.
Jake: Correct.
Me: ...so guys will have to not only impregnate other men but they will have to carry these children and eventually give life to them?
Jake: But guys don't have female parts so our male parts will have to split in half or something to actually give birth.
Me: ...why can't I quit this class?

Phil trying to pick up the pregnant girl: Hey fatty!
Pregnant girl breaks from his grasp: NO!

Vaughn: Are you wearing your snugly?
Nikko: My what?
Vaughn: Your snugly?
Nikko: You mean a condom?
Vaughn: Hell no man. Your snugly?
Nikko yelling aloud in Math class: What the bleep is a bleeping snugly?!
Vaughn: ...Your sweater.

Me: Nikko, you are eating my food...
ViolentLight: Yes... And it's DELICIOUS!

Sean yelling at the t.v: Obama you suck!
Me: I don't think he's that bad Wolf. He's better than Hillary.
Sean turns to me: Why vote for Obama? He can't even dance!
Me: ...and Hillary can?
Sean: I think she can. She looks like our principal and our principal can dance... Like this!
Sean gets up and starts hip thrusting the air.

Nikko: Come on dad you're being too harsh on me. I'll tell mom on you.
Me: I'm not your dad now go do your homework I have to go to work...
Nikko clings onto me: Please take me with you! I love ice-cream!
Me peeling the Nikko off: No you can't come to work with me. Don't make me shove you in the blender!
Carrie walks in: Honey, I don't think you should eat the kids...

Evan: This is stupid I have to take driver's ed at Kelso...I'm totally going to fail man.
Me laughing: There's no way you could fail at Kelso. When I ran a red light the guy didn't do anything about it. There's no way you could fail.
Evan several weeks later: I failed seven times...

Jake laughing making a motion with his hands: What shitty people do this?!
Gunnar looks at Jake from across the room and says: Hey you do that too?

Me in Journalism: What kind of...dream did you have last night?
Connor: Well, I got sucked into a monolith, went through a stargate and turned into a giant baby!
Me: ...so was that a flashback or what?

Connor during allergy season sneezed white snot all over his hand.
Me: ...Don't even dare.
Connor turns: Oh, not you man. Watch this.
He walks over to this girl and places his hand on her face than says: I was thinking of you and this happened...
Connor slowly walks back to his desk while the girl freaks out.
Me: ...and you say I'm a prick.

Me: Are you pissed at me Nikko?
Nikko: No, you're the one that's pissing! LOL!

Nikko: I'm a sexy banana leaf look at me!
Me: No, don't even think of smoking that. It came from my rice cake. Asian foods aren't good for you.
Nikko: Wooooh!
Nikko begins screaming and smashing the leaf against things.

Cindy: Aeros come here!
Me: ...What?!
Cindy: Do I look like Mexican?
My dimwitted cousin stares hard into the mirror.
Me: You're Asian...
Cindy: Do I look like a Mexican?

Cindy walks into the room with a girl magazine.
Cindy: Aeros, do you think I have a heart shaped face or a square face?
Me: You have a brick face.
Cindy: Really? I thought so too...

Cindy: Aeros I have a question...
Me: What?
Cindy: Do slugs come from rain?
Me picking up a slug and throwing it on her: Does that feel like rain?
She screams and runs around before settling down next to me and hits me: Ewww! That was soooo gross. ...No it didn't feel like rain.
Me placing a slug on her knee: Then why do you say they come from rain?
Cindy stares at the creature before smashing it to bits with her hand and yelling: They are always around when it rains. Don't you notice?
Me: I've lived here for over four years now you think I don't notice that whenver it rains (which is at least once avery other day) little animals ruin my boots?
Cindy: They come from the sky don't they?

Me: Get down from the tree you look absolutely ridiculous.
Cindy: No, you're going to throw me into the pool. If I stay up here I have the high ground and can pounce on you.

Tin: Never give lactose intolerant people ice-cream unless your toilet deserves a hellish punishment.

Me: Embrace the darkness within... and let it take over.

Remember that all of my new chapters are hot off the press so there are errors... Maybe tons since my English
sucks but you can yell at me for it... It's not fair that way but I'll live with it. Readers can yell at me but if they don't leave their E-mail I can't touch them...

Another thing I'm adding here.
All updates as of Friday, February 1, 2008 will be over two thousand words each. Unless they are cancellation author's notes, contest entires, accepted challenges, poems, or otherwise.

Rightfully Mine:
Is noted to be complete but I can't help but want to add in Seto's suicide... I can't ever seem to make SxS work...
They die like right after they get together so as a result I created a sequel... Yeah, I decided to change that. Kaiba doesn't die...

Of The Lost And Unobtainable:
This is no longer a sequel and now it stands alone. It is put on a hiatus as people say so I can work on that love sick story above. Have a nice day.

Endure One More Hindrance
Is now the sequel of 'Rightfully Mine'. I'm going to try to make it a romance and I know I haven't been much of a romantic. It's hard to try your hand at love when you aren't in love and doing quite the opposite. It's a Kaiba/Tea thing. I know they don't really work but let's see what happens? I don't really even have a pairing preference so I'm just being wierd.

All of my entries became old so I've decided to delete them...

Friday March 21

Life as it is: I feel like murdering a hapless soul at the moment. I know I don't have the capacity to kill but I want to... How could anyone more importantly how could they deem me as the captain of English journalism?! I'm Asian I don't speak no English. Me no only Japanese. ...I know that instead of whining over this I could change it. But no I can't change it. They voted me as leader. Why me? Who would choose me? I thought I could be intimidating enough so that they would stay away. Why do you think I wear these trenchcoats, combat boots, and spikes? To look pretty? No... I wear them so you all learn to stay away. But that wasn't to be. They were all like 'Oh pick Cody! His writing looks pretty!' 'Ooh yeah let's pick on Cody!' 'He's sitting in the corner though...' 'Who cares? He'll look good in the leader's journalism hat!'
I've never hated the fact that I learned English as much as I did at that point. I never hated my writing skills as I did then. Now I have to interview people like mad and put together a new design for the newspaper, I have to join speech and debate to get a better grip on vocabulary (woo hoo arguing), and I have to wear this ridiculous hat that clashes with everything I believe in or wear... It's too happy. It has a smiley across the front... Do I look happy to you? No I look like I want to kill something and tear it to shreds.
My senior year sucks. I hate sports and those jocks who are in it and I'm in track (the fastest sprinter there is currently) I hate Journalism and AP.English (now I'm captain or highest ranked student in either) I hate those nerds in Speech/Debate. I'd shove them in lockers if I could (I just joined and yet I'm one of the leading guys... I should stop reading the newpaper one day) The polls now tell me that I'm the most liked, most hated, and most enigmatic person in the whole school. Life invariably is at a low.

Sunday, March 23

Yesterday was Tolo. It's a dance where the girls ask the guys but have to come up with creative ways to ask the question. My date apparently thought that it was a good idea to shove herself into my locker and scare the living Jesus out of me when I opened it. I swear I died a little on the inside when she popped out with a giant sign that asked: Tolo?
It's innocent sure but just imagine having a horrible day then dragging yourself to your locker to have someone pop out in your face screaming TOLO?! Yes, very frightening. At least she made it up by dragging me to that concert. Sure her music tastes contain lovesick boybands but atleast they don't sound like the Jonas Brothers and the Naked Brothers band together into one giant incense pit. Anyways it was just good to hang out with her not saying a word and just being near her? So today's a Sunday and she's still there asleep under my covers same as she was the night before. I guess the dance tired her out more than it had me...

Amusing how the tables have turned once again...

Wednesday, March 24

I never thought I'd say this but my injury is actually hindering me. It's virtually impossible for me to type with bandaged up fingers and a brace on my right hand. I know I could use my left but the only thing my left hand can do right is write in Japanese. Actually the typing speed with just my left hand is lower than forty WPM which is only half of my normal speed so it's incredibly slow and I'm hating myself. Getting frustrated with all of the mistakes in this paragraph too.
One thing I accomplished this week was completing the school newspaper for this month (my articles not my peon's articles). This means that I don't have to interview another moronic fool or dweeb for a month. I now know how the teachers feel. They have to talk to these sacks of blubbering incompetent wastes of human flesh. I don't blame them for going insane after a decade of teaching.

Now on an update for new chapters:

Weekend: I know I planned to update this weekend but guess what? I have to pack then. My parent's are dragging me somewhere. Even though I've moved out I'm not safe from them yet.

Spring Break: I must attend at my family's glorious event. A wedding woo hoo. I know I'm an official exile from my family because I wasn't good enough to uphold the great Endo name. So I'm going to be gone for a week because there's no internet connection on the cruise ship to the Caribbean. Yep, the Caribbean... It's going to be one hellish week...

Friday, April 25

I may seem dead but I'm far from it. Ok, maybe not so far but I'm still kicking and that's all that matters. This Friday was a Silence Day for all of you out there. It was in a silent protest of how this 16 year old homosexual was killed in school by someone who wasn't even brought to court for killing him. In protest (everyone who supported the cause anyways) the supporters duct taped their mouths shut and didn't speak for a day. Before you ask, yes I was one of the supporters. Yes, I didn't speak for a day. It makes no diffrence because I rarely speak anyways. I only speak to people worth my time.
It was a quiet day quite tranquil really. No fights broke out.

Saturday, April 26

As you may or not know I've been kicked out of my family. An 'exile' or whatever. But guess what happens today? I get something in my mail saying I have to attend a wedding again! So I slipped into my tux, straightened up my looks and dressed like a perfect gentleman. I thought it'd be fun to keep my hair jet black (I dyed it for the concert yesterday night) and stick in some brown contacts to get rid of my blue eyes. I must say that I looked like the average Asian guy. When I came to the event no one and I repeat no one recognized me. Not even my parents. They thought that I ditched the event and I was right there. They thought me as a stranger, another young business man in the making. I played along and found out what they thought of me. Apparently I'm a street rat, a punk, and a gangster.
During the wedding party, towards the wedding, and the reception I was talking to one of my cousins. I know her quite well and she is a real witch. She used to beat me up when I was a little kid and she was the same age as me. But by using an alias she was quite nice. Snobby like the others and a bit stuck up but nice. Until she shoved me onto the karaoke stage.
Here's a tip for all of you: Never make me sing karaoke especially Japanese songs. I was horrible. It was funny for the first few lines but after that it was horrible. I bet I killed someone by singing. Why is it that there has to be some form of karaoke in every wedding that I attend?

Saturday, May 3

Woo prom night oh the funess!
Yes it was fun.

Saturday, May 10

I updated meaning you should be happy. This means you. Yes, you. I can't believe I'm nearly dead and I bothered to type away on my laptop instead of taking my meds. If you want to know how nearly dead I am then I'll say this: I passed out over three times today just for doing absolutely nothing but typing away on this thing. Do you know how hard it is to type on a computer when your mind has the sanity of a half chewed candy cane and the rest of your body knows nothing but pain?! ...Gomen my meds make me a bit irritable sometimes.

Wednesday, July 9

I'm finally back. I passed all of my finals with mediocre grades. I turned down valedictorian woo hoo! (I didn't want to write a speech to the school) And so and so but that was months ago as you can see I'm flipping through my journal and trying to update this page. The reason why I was gone for a whole month was because I was with my family. My cousins are all pricks and my family trapped them all with me for three weeks. Three weeks of being outnumbered by a bunch of brainless morons. I felt as if I was the only one who actually had a brain the rest just used their's to watch Lindsay Lohan's sister (I never knew she had a sister) and a bunch of rap stars on Mtv. Then they ask me everything they have a question about like: Where does our poop go? How does it get there? Why does salf melt ice? How come lions don't live here?

It annoyed me to no end how stupid they were. I was glad to get out of that place. All I had to do was get over half of them to cooperate with me. Then as you all know it was 4th of July. I actually came back from California early enough to blow stuff up. Which I think is one of the best holiday traditions ever besides New Year's and Chinese New Year's traditions where you get to blow stuff up as well.

Sunday, November 6

I know I haven't updated in so long but here I am. Currently trapped in the confining rooms of a hospital no less but I'll still update if I could get these worshipers of a non user friendly god out of my face. You are probably wondering why I don't just jump out the window and escape like usual. I would but ever since I got into a scuffle with an old rival I have to use a cane... Yes, I'm back to being a cripple. It's all great fun I assure you.