Post by hudson on Jun 17, 2010 5:40:43 GMT -5
*--KODI arlette EUBANKS
i am restless and i keep trembling
[/size]"so, for the record, can i get your name?"
You know what's sooo super dooper funny?! Like ok, when my mom was first pregnant with me, she didn't wanna go and check to see if I was a girl or a boy. Which is cool! Ya know...Surprises are awesome!
But you know how sometimes a person has an instinct. My mom had an instinct that she would have a boy. And this boy that she thought she was going to have was going to be named Cody. So when she finally went into labor, by the way, she went in labor at a party, but when she finally went into labor,Arlette, the woman who I have as my middle name, told my mom I was a girl. My mom stuck with the name Cody, but she totally remastered it into a ass-kickin' name. Kodi. With a K and an I.
"wow. that's awesome. so, where were you born?"
I was born on October thirtieth 1993, which means I'm sixteen. And I mentioned above that I was born at a party, well lemme give you all the deets.
It was the night before halloween in Austin Texas. My mom was throwing a huge party filled with alcohol and shit. Of course she wasn't going to consume it, and that was okay because the smell of the beer was satisfying.Which I don't get.But yeah, my mom knew she was going to pop any day, I mean she looked like a fucking tick! So she wobbled around and that night she just happened to be standing there then she heard a splashing noise, like water falling. She looked down and screamed like a fuckin hyena! I think her scream is what made me the fucked up person I am today. My dad pulled out his little camera recorder and Arlette, the only close to sober person in that house had come to deliver me since it was too late to take my mom to a hospital.Well,everyone was too drunk anyways.
My dad was trying to get people to tape the whole thing because it was too sickening for him to watch but no one did so he ended up doing it hiself.
And you know what's just too funny for words? When I came out of my mommy, Arlette said "it's a beautiful baby Boy!" and my mom just had a satisfied grin on her face, but here's the fucked up part, she said "SIKE. IT'S A GIRL" Lemme tell you! Every cuss word in the book, and ones that aren't even cuss words were said to Arlette.
It's just after I watched that video just recently, it made me roll on the floor with laughter. My moms facial expression was fuckin priceless, I swear! But yeah, that's how I was born, into a party! And see people try to get it confused like "your mom went to a party while she had you?" UM NO. My mom /THREW/ a party! See there's a difference.
"huh, cool. i gotta say, hon, you are gorgeous."
Why thank you!
When I look into the mirror I see a twenty year old. Aint it fucked up? Secretly, I don't even wish I looked more older, but I mean i'm not helping myself by putting grown up make up on, but what would I look like walking around her with no fucking makeup on at all!? I would look like a ZOMBIE.but yeah, that's how I feel. I feel that if I didn't look older than I am, that I would be acting so...advanced? I guess you could call it. I'm doing things now that people in their twenties aren't doin! I'm fucked up and I know it. Everyone else is oblivious to it though. "Oh Kodi is beautiful, I wish I was like her"... And I'm like "damn people, don't compare yourselves to me. I'm more fucked up than you think."but whatever. I know i'm pretty, or else I wouldn't be getting all this attention, but all this bullshit about me being twenty and lookin older... that's what pushes me to my fucking limit. It's not my fault... I don't think...Well not ALL my fucking fault!My friends all say i'm pretty and that means alot coming from them considerin' they are wayyy more beautiful than anyone I know.but this is all my opinion.
But also, when I look in the mirror...I see a big head. LIke in my opinion, my head is like so fucking overly large. I look like the red queen off of Alice in Wonderland. I just wanna take a needle and pop it, and when I take this conversation to my mom she'll pop me in the face with whatever she has handy( nothing hard) and say nonsense. You know parents.
I stand at 5'5, which makes me average I guess.
"intriguing. how's your sex life?"my sex life... Well I haven't been a virgin for three years. SLUT. right? I know. and it's not somethin' i'm proud of. Let's just get that straight.
And I consider myself bi-sexual. It just depends. Like yeah, I do have crushes on somegirls.You know.Just like how guys have Man crushes. But I don't know for sure if it's normal so i'll get back to you on that one.At party's I do become lesbian. I'll start makin out with attractive girls. Even if I don't have alcohol in my system, you better believe i'm gonna be mackin with a girl. That's just how I am. I've never had any past relationships...Just one night flings is all.I'm afraid of commentment, I guess.
"so, hon, i gotta know, what makes you tick?
Well, as you already know...I'm into partying,so that's definately one of my likes. And everything that comes with partying like alcohol,cigarettes...No drugs. Tried that once and lemme tell you...I was fucked up. NEVER will I do that again.
I also have a girl crush on Amy Whinehouse, so she's on one of my likes. I swear! The bad girl look, the songs, the hair. It just makes a sister tick!
I do love animals. I could never sit and see an animal hurt. To be truthful I would probably risk my life for an animal. Cat, dog, mouse, any kind of animal.
TACO BELL. I was hoping that in the near future I could get a job at Taco Bell. I love that place. and to be able to work there with the smell of the hot greese, not so fresh lettuce and tomatoes, and then the smell of the microwaved nacho chees just makes me happy.
Cussing. If you couldn't already tell, I love to cuss! Cussin' makes my sentences sound more...sophisticated? Because alot of times the words that come out of my mouth make me sound dumb, so I throw in some cuss words that make me sound less dumber? Yea. HELL YEAH.
I love sitting outside on a starry night with all my friends laid out on a picnic blanket out in the field my my house. It just makes me feel like a small fragment of this world. I feel like i'm nothing when I look up to the sky,and I like that feelin'.
Driving. I love driving. Most people are like 'Ahh bitch! Gotta drive' daddadadadda, but I love to drive. That's one thing i'm good at.
Rue 21. That is my favorite store ever! It has great accesories and everything else. I love that store. If I could I would buy every single thing in that store! No lie.
Taking pictures. When it comes to taking pitures, i'm a total camera whore. No lie. I have millions of pictures of me brushing my teeth, or eating a cupcake or even while i'm on the toilet. I'm real photogenic.
Eat. I'm like my mom. I eat all the time. The only difference between us is that she eats her emotions and I eat when i'm bored. Which is alot. We have fat people souls.
And last but not least I love a bad boy with a good motorcycle! Heck yeah! I swear there's nothing like the feeling of your hair being wreckless in the wind, then hugging onto a guy who just wants to get you back to his place. I love it.
"really! well, then, what makes you sick?"
I absolutely hate fights! If there was a fight about to happen right infront of my eyes and I could do something to stop it, I would do anything. Seriously! Anything! Because I think it's stupid and I would hate for someone to get fuckin hurt! I mean shit!
And I hate Bologne. That is the nastiest shit in the universe. It tastes like you just stuck a 'fresh' toilet wand and stuck it in your mouth. NASTY SHIT.
I also don't like rumors. You can say whatever the fuck you want about me and quite frankly I could give a rats ass, but if you're going to say some shit about me, make sure it's fucking true bitch!You can tell whoever you want about me, but it has to be true. That's all I ask, and to return the favor I'll let you talk/hate on me all you want with no bitching as a reward.
You know what? I don't like President Obama as of right now. I think he's doing a shitty job in office. He needs to be dethroaned! But yea.. This isn't a monarchy.
I do /NOT/ like Justin Beiber. Anyone who sings his songs, gets on my nerves, and if i'm going to spend the night at your house you better have those posters covered. All that stalking crap is just bull shit!!
I mentioned earlier about my partying ways and what I liked. Including alcohol and cigarettes. I just don't do drugs. That shit makes me have very uncomfortable feelings. I hate it! Very much. I thought the first time I had some weed, I was going to die and people said it wasn't that bad. BULLFUCKINGSHIT.
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I hate people who tell me what I need to do. Like I always get this, someone always tells me i need to play sports, and i'm like what the fuck?! Who tells someone what they need to do!? SERIOUSLY?
People are too serious.
I play around alot and I don't like people who try to be a constant downer. It's just uncool. I don't know what makes people want to be serious all the time for.
When I wanna talk to someone, all of a sudden I forget. I hate catching amnesia right smack dab in the middle of a conversation! It makes me feel like a dodo berry!
commitment. I don't like to be committed. I've been hurt too many times and right now I don't think I would be the right person to actually be committed to something.
"cool, cool. so what's your family like?"My family is made up of some real characters!
My mom,Reyna, she is a fucking firecracker! She's a teenybopper! She tries to copy what us 'youngins' (as she calls us) do, and then she gets pissed when people tell her to shut up and she talks off the wall. But other than that, my mom and I havea good relationship. We can talk about sex, condoms, masturbation, boys, even girls. We're real close. There's nothing that I /can't/ talk to her about. She has so much patience. I mean if she's dealin with me then hell yeah she has patience!
My Dad, Pierce, he passed away when I was twelve. Him and I were ok. We weren't perfect like my mom and I,but I still loved him. Maybe his death is the reason why I act this way?
I have a brother.Kegan. He's such a punk but I love him to death! He had a drug problem for half of his life, he's seventeen now. and I was the only person he ever admitted his addiction to. He didn't talk to mom,didn't talk to dad. No one. and that made me feel special. He could trust me. and he hated pity, so maybe that was the reason why he told me. Because he knew I wasn't going to feel sorry for him.
"so, are there any skeletons hiding in your closet?"
At age fourteen I got pregnant. I delivered the baby but I put him in a foster home because I knew I wasn't going to be a fucking good parent for that innocent child that didn't ask to be born.
I don't like it, and I was stupid, I wasn't thinking,but I have a sex tape floating out there. My ex.. He's the only one I thought I loved. THE ONLY ONE. And so I thought I could trust him. So I gotta video camera, and taped us...He took the video a day later and showed all his friends and made copies. So...I'm known.
"that is juicy! tell me about your past."
When I was two years old I found two things out about my parents. ONE, My dad was addicted to alcohol, TWO, my parents were good liars. It was three o'clock in the mornin' and my dad wasn't at home. I was sleepin' on the recliner, while my mom sat on the couch eating chips and everything else in the pantry. When my mom was stressed or worried about something she would eat. She ate her emotions. But she's not fat. Which I don't understand, but whatever. Anyways, my dad came home at like four, I had woken up because I peed on myself...That's so embarassin', but hey I was only two! My mom wouldn't even talk to my dad, because she knew he has been drinkin' and there was nothing worst than trying to talk to a drunk man. So my mom took me upstairs and changed me, then put me to bed. She then came down stairs and tried to clean up the spot that I left. My dad hated being ignored. He always liked to be the center of attention. That's where I got that attention whore trait from.
"S-s-so," My dad started, he was stuttering too hard,"Ssso you're not talking tto me?Whatt did I dooo?"He asked with a dumb grin on his face.
My mom just looked at him and shook her head,"Fuckin' jerk,"She mumbled. My dad looked over my moms way and started walking over there,"What'd you sayy?" He asked, he was a little too close to her face.
"I said you're a fucking jerk, Peirce!" and with that being said, he slapped my mom and she fell onto the couch. The slap made a loud popping noise, which made me run down stairs. I almost fell because I wasn't that good at walkin. My dad looked at me, and I looked at him. He started walking towards me with a 'i'm sorry, I didn't mean it look' and I took off running towards the hallway. There was only one place to hide, but it was too late. He came and picked me up,"Babe, you don't have to be scared of me. I'm sssorry. It's just-"I cut him off by biting him on the finger, so hard it drew blood, making him drop me and I took off back to the living room where my mom was at and shook her awake. When she was finally alert a few seconds later, she scooped me up in her protective arms,grabbed the keys and hauled ass out the door. My dad was following us but we reached the car before he could actually stop us.
My dad was the one person I would've never thought to do soemthing like that.
And you know what's surprising? My dad and my mom are still together. Or would be still together.
My dad died when I was twelve. He over dosed on some pill. I don't think he meant to do it, but he did...And that leaves questions in my head.
The day he died, it was a cold winter day in late January. He was laying down on the couch drinkin' a beer, a coors light. My mom had taken away some of the beer and hidden it so he could have only two beers a day.
My mom never let him have a beer when he took medication. She monitored him like a baby. Which was bullshit. A grown ass man has to be watched because he can't be trusted. My mom was not gonna let my dad commit suicide. She knew how I felt about my dad. Even though we had our differences in the past, I forgave him. If you can't forgive then you can't forget. So I just forgave him and honestly I loved him now then I ever did. My dad had taken one of his heart pills. A pill that shouldn't have been taken with alcohol. Which he didn't technically take it with alcohol. He took it with water but he was drinkin' beer right after that.
He took a nap on the couch, and a couple of hours later my mom went to tell him it was time for dinner. He didn't wake up. And a couple of hours after that he was pronounced dead.I didn't know how to feel...I cried, yeah....But I didn't know what to do. I wasn't that sad though. Is that wrong? I don't even know.
A year after that, I met a guy named Avery. He was my first boyfriend. Adn I lost my virginity to him, and after we had sex he broke up with me that week. That's why i'm no such a fool for love. Love is so fucking selfish.
And then a couple of years after that, when I was fifteen I had another boyfriend. Now, there was something different about this boyfriend I thought..But there wasn't. All guys are the same. But we were together for three months. We had sex all the time, but the first time I reccomended a video camera and he loved the idea. So there, we had a sex tape. But soon after that sex tape maybe a day or two, he showed his friends. Which I wouldn't have minded. But he didn't ask me. And that part didn't even bother me. He made copies of the video and gave them to his friends. He even sold some! I mean. I've never been hurt like that. I was so embrassed.
During my fifteenth year I got into partying. Well, I had always been into partying but I got more into that year. I swear. I was never at home,my grades dropped and there was a point where my mom had to come in at two in the morning because I was throwing my guts up.
And then there was the one day I tried crack.
I hated the way it made me feel. I was so fucked up and I felt so used. I hated it.And most people think i'm some kind of pulled together gal.
I'm more fucked up than you think.
i finally stopped makin' sense
well, hello there! my name is TILA, and i've got THIRTEEN candles on my cake! i've been roleplaying for THREE. so, i'm heading for CHEYENNE. oh, and just so you know i got skills, here's an example of my work:"Kodi Arlette Eubanks, get your ass down here NOW!"
Laying down on her bed, sixteen year old Kodi Arlette jumped up when her name was said.'What'd I do now?' she thought. Kodi sat there for a couple of seconds debating rather or not she should go or stay.She decided to stay and see what her mom would do. If her mother asked why she didn't come the first time she would lie by saying 'I didn't hear you, my earphones were in.'Then her mother would say ' oh ohkay', then tell her what her problem was.But it was quiet until all of a sudden loud foot steps were approaching Kodi's room.
Her mother barged in the room and threw a paper on her bed.It was her report card."Can I ask why you have a fity three in ENGLISH?"She asked with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot in one of those motherly ways.
"Don't you know how to KNOCK?" Kodi asked.That was probably not the best reply in the world to tell /her/ angry mother.Her mom would throw a fit and go off. She was like a bomb.
"My house. I don't have to knock. Now why do you have a fifty three in English? OF ALL CLASSES. You're passing math, but you're not passing english. That doesn't even make any sense! English is easier than math. What is going on Kodi Arlette Eubanks?"
"You think that just because I'm failing /one/ subject means that something is goin' on? Um.. NO!Shoot....Maybe i'm dislexic..."Kodi tried to grin a little at her mom,btu she knew it wasn't breakin' in."Ohkay, mom. I'll fix it. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. Promise."Kodi said with a genuine smile.
Her mother nodded then took the report card and left.
