http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:vintagezombie&section=today deviantART RSS for by:vintagezombie en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Thu, 10 Dec 2009 17:32:10 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://vintagezombie.deviantart.com/journal/26423367/ http://vintagezombie.deviantart.com/journal/26423367/ Thu, 06 Aug 2009 12:45:29 PDT Happy Birthday Me!

I'm back from the dead and finally uploading shit.

<3

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I've relocated once again, and it won't be the last time.

I'm feeling creative and I want pizza.




First, pizza!

Then, art!

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maybe she's right.

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bummer.

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fuck.

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either way, it won't make sense.

it won't prove anything either.









sometimes i wish i could just pull thoughts directly out of my head and slap them on paper. regardless of how messy and bloody it would be.





other times, love sneaks up on you like a wrestler with a folding chair and bashes you upside the head.

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You could argue that this makes me less intelligent, as some people would try and find an alternative to calling that old lady a "ruthless bitch," or that teenager a "fucking skank." It's bothered a few exes. I mean yeah, I could go for some snazzy alternatives, and I do sometimes. There's just something less satisfying about it.

It all stems from road rage. 90 if not 95% of all my curse words were picked up from riding around in the car with my parents. New words and phrases floated into the backseat as my parents maneuvered in and out of traffic. I would sit in my carseat and take in all of the gestures and insults.

The only one I never picked up from Frank and Carol was "fuck." This is mildly amusing as they have no problem with it these days. In fact, on a recent trip to Buffalo, my father told me that the only person he had ever called a "fuckin' cunt," was some nurse in the hospital because she was being incredibly difficult and condescending.

Now that I live with Carol, sometimes I have to dig for things to talk about. Somehow, a few weeks ago, this came up. The subject of cussing came up as I've habitually dropped said f-bomb and quickly apologized to my mother. She rolled her eyes and said it was no big deal. This was when I asked why her and my dad never said it infront of my sister and I, regardless of being verbal sailors.

She told me it was because she didn't want her children to hear such an awful word from either of them.

So who did I learn it from??




Chevy Chase.


Of course, I didn't realize what the word meant at the time. Allow me to share the dialogue in which it first came into my life:

Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.

Up until I was in first or second grade, I thought it was Danny Kaye's middle name.


yup.



Thanks Chevy.

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Lisa "Left Eye" Lopez, made me completely re-evaluate my life.

Laughing? It's ok. If I wasn't me, I'd be laughing too.

A couple of months ago vh1 premiered this doumentary called The Last Days of Left Eye. I had just moved, again, clear across the country. I felt like I had made a huge mistake and was lonley. I was feeling miserable and sorry for myself.

Now, I've never owned a TLC album, but I was familar with the group and knew Lisa as the girl who "burned down her boyfriend's house" in an act of rage. The documentary chronicled her roots, upbringing and TLC's life as a group. She made the doc while in Honduras.

It was amazing. I'd never been so moved. I kind of felt like a weirdo. She was so spiritual, so open and candid about her past. Knowing her mistakes, owning up to them, but also ready to move on and learn from them.

She talked about her father, and how his attitude toward her affected her. She said that our parents may have done things to screw us up in the long run, but 90% of the time, someone did something to them, screwing them up. You just have to accept it. And while your parents shape you until so long, you are your own person with your own choices to make. And every choice you make comes with a consequence...be it good or bad. There will always be a affected outcome.

I do remember when she died. They show footage up to the car accident. It's been on at least 4 times since the premiere, and it give me goosebumps. Every. Fuckin'. Time. Right after that scene, there's a voiceover, and she goes on to say that she loves change. She herself is constantly changing. She looked so beautiful in her last months, no makeup, her hair all curly....so in touch with her spirituality and wise. I felt so guilty for having kind of jumped to conclusions concerning her.

We all change. That's what life is. Your priorities today, may not be the same tomorrow.




My priorities have changed. I'm gonna drop modeling. There's really no point to it anymore. Some of my paths have stopped crossing with others....whosever fault it was...
I'm probably going to delete my MM account in a couple of days, which really sucks because there were some kickass people on there, I just have to send out some messages and shit. I was seriously considering deleting this too. I know I only got favorites on a few of the pieces because "ooh tits and snatch" were involved.....be honest.
We'll see.


It's just not the life I want anymore.

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On Friday, my very own appendix decided infections were awesome and wanted one too. I spent a day and a half in Stanford hospital. It was NOT awesome. I decided not to take it anywhere as it had made my week awful.

The saddest part of this tale was that the doctors never showed me the evil appendix. Don't they usually ask you? Or keep it in a jar just in case? Even my grandma got to keep her gallstones. No, it just went to the biohazard heap with all the other undesireable things.

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Messages are adding up and I'm just not interested enough to check them.

I don't know where my substance went. I could complain that I'm not interesting but that would just sound like whining. There are a few people out there who would argue that. I should just shut my mouth and be grateful for what I have. What I have and who I have. I'm lucky I guess you could say. And without a whole lot of bad luck I would never appreciate what good luck is.

Can't have one without the other. ]]> ~vintagezombie