naked.

It’s funny how things happen.

Fast. Without our permission. Before we’re ready.

Boom Toasted.

My thoughts are scrambled like eggs and compartmentalized like waffles and irrelevant like breakfast itself.

I’m not wearing legitimate clothes right now and by legitimate clothes I mean pants. I am cold.

I feel bad for adverbs. So much hate. In jr. high when we learn about them, no one tells us that they’re part of Satan’s speech. Maybe I’ll adopt one. Love it like my own. Shelter it from all the anti-adverbism in the world.

I feel like I’m waiting for something.

Cody, you act like my list of accomplishments connects to form the double helix that creates this irrational, overrated ginger. My high school self is a different person from a different world with different DNA. Don’t try to figure her out. I never did.

I am disconnected.

I want to be obscene and use all the words that would shock you. But what would mother say?

If I have to read another page about Female Genital Mutilation, I’m going to drop out of school. Mark my words.

I can say I love you 33 different languages.

Today is awesome because

Molly is here!
I’m wearing flannel!
We got to be thrifty!
Kew Kow is bringing snacks!
I am laughing!
I ate pancakes!
I got to see Tyler, Cody, AND Travis yesterday!
I’m in love with my life!
And the people in it!
Because of the fortification they provide, the pending storm won't be so destructive.
I hope.

Letters.

Dear Mom,
Hi.

Dear Taylor Swift,
I feel imprisoned when your songs come on and I’ve just gotten in the shower.

Dear Babies,
You make me uncomfortable.

Dear Pregnant Women,
You make me uncomfortable also.

Dear Mr. Cassity,
I still understand the difference between molar mass and atomic mass. I can calculate the distance my car needs to come to a complete stop using its inertia and I’m a Bunsen Burner enthusiast. Let’s get coffee?

Dear Girl I know,
That headache was fake; I just didn’t want to have a conversation with you because I knew what you wanted to bring up.

Dear Facebook,
We’re finished.

Dear Coat and Boots and Hat and Gloves.
You guys make a great team. Thanks for all the warmth.

Dear New Semester,
So far you’re very neat.

Love,
Jordan

argile turtle shell soup

Today feels good.

Life fits just right, like good shoes.

I’m learning to take care of myself.

I’m not sure it’s worth every sad face I’ve created this week.

Where is the balance? Can I manipulate the equation so disappointing others and going crazy cancel each other out?

If you’re reading this, I love you.

Thanks Oprah, I needed to know that.

It’s elementary, my dear Watson.

Break is long gone.
Days of sleeping in and having time to exhale are lighyears behind me now.
My room seems bigger.
If anyone is brushing their teeth when I’m brushing mine, I keep brushing until after they’ve finished, even if I started first.
I don’t know what this says about me. That I’m passive aggressive and competitive perhaps?
I love flossing.

Today I like this font.

We never use serif fonts in newspapers.

Good thing this isn't a newspaper.
Speaking of good things, I work with good people.

I’m determined to be a better RA/student/person/friend this semester.
I made a new semester resolution (not to be confused with a new year’s resolution). I’m not going to tell you what it is because I assume that it’s lies within the realm of Birthday wishes, 11:11 pleas, and shooting stars, meaning that if you tell anyone it won’t happen. But it involves Sudoku.
Fishstick front doors swaying in the shallow sea on nothing but a slippery current and two-cent peppermint sticks, illuminated by the envious glow of a solitary nocturnal piranha who just wants his wife back.
Bring on your overwhelming stress.
Bring on your all-nighters.
Bring on your unaccomplishable to-do lists.
Happy Cody?

2009

*This is more for my reflection than your enjoyment, so if i were you...I wouldn't read it.

January

Finally memorized my student ID number

Wholeheartedly committed myself to become an educator

Finished the mural

Met Tyler Gobble and Michael King, people who would shape the rest of my year.

February

Abstained from facebook

Started this blog

Missed my first RA interview

Entered a classroom for the first time as something other than a student

Didn’t eat for four days

March

Drove 4 hours to visit William by myself (a personal accomplishment for this notably awful driver)

April

Became an RA (didn’t realize this would be a life altering decision)

Met Matt Wallace, Alex Beasely, Lauren Diaz, Vicki Hayes, Tyeesha Harris, Clifton Snorten, and Tim O’Malley (didn’t realize they’d become family)

May

Kicked Brit. Lit. butt

Met Alex Salmins

Fell in love with VGR

Got glasses

Cultivated a deep seeded hatred for my job as a journalist

Ditched the hair

Got glasses

Started work for a political campaign (parades and all)

Ate live ants

June

Had my first panic attack

Wrote the most read story for the Dayton Daily News

July

Realized I love Journalism and it will always be part of my life

Showed Washington D.C. to my mom and grandmother

Had my wisdom teeth hacked out

Tasted pudding for the first time

August

Experienced the horror of duty for the first time

What I thought was cocaine was really creatin

SSO

Maya Williams and Travis Anderson joined the family

September

My first mediation

Thought for the first time that I was not capable of accomplishing something

Decided to never be an RA again

Dropped the D in Cody D

October

Committed to study in Europe this summer

Got dumped

Went to Chicago with Cody and Derek

Camped in the pouring rain

Started something covert

November

Goodbye to Timothy O’Malley

Said farewell to my teenage years with Kinsley and Molly

Realized that I want them to be a part of my life forever

Was threatened.

December

Wrote a book

Saw only A’s on my report card

Was astonished by that

Realized this was probably the most diverse decade I will ever live through.

I’m almost sad to say goodbye to such an eventful year. It will certainly be remembered, even if only as the one where I kissed way too many boys, picked out the names of my future children, and learned to love myself.