Well, let's see...it's been 2 months&...er...
*turns* Zeeeex! How long's it been since I was acting like a douche?!!!

Zex: (in the kitchen) whaaaat?
Me: Since August seventh two-thousand eight!
Zex: (Still in the kitchen)......six months and twenty-two days! *walks into my room* Do you want the hour, too? Oh hey, you're on DevArt!
Me: Do you have the hour?
Zex: It's 2 am
Me: Okay. *stares at her with a "get thee the hell out of my room" gaze*
Zex: Hungry?
Me: Okie dokie.
Zex: *disappears*


So it's been 6 months and 22 days since I last set foot in DeviantArt. and i didn't have nearly as many deviations to check as Zex does. could be because I only watch 8 or 9 people.
Zex and I made up since then, but for the most part I'm still not entirely a blogging kind of guy. I don't really post much, not even my Vincent Valentine fanfics. I write little ones, not like Zex's 32 part mega-story that got so much attention on Fanfiction.net.
She does, however, have me inking comic pages for her because she either A: Too lazy or B: too busy.
I don't mind, it keeps her sleeping on my couch for a weekend.
I'm currently working part-time at shitville grocery store (Walmart) on some godforsaken road down the street from Zex's church (Art Media). I couldn't get the girl to go in a church if I paid her, or paid someone to pay her. she's not against religion, but she grew up in Godtown, Oregon.
That's Gladstone, sorry. Still. Last I counted there were fourteen churches in Gladstone. There are, people, believe.
So long story short Godtown found jesus, and then tried to make Zex find him, too. She didn't really want to say hi since people were forcing her.
and I can't remember why I ranting about Zex.
Oh yeah, my life is sad.
For those of you in the know (mainly noone), Seth is doing better. he's my older brother who came back from Iraq on my BIRTHDAY, or I didn't find out about it until then. Yariho~! I should have been excited, except that he didn't recognize me, and he was my bud growing up. Inseparable, no joke. I had a nice older sibling, believe it or not Ripley.
He's a little more at home now, but it's evident in the way he watches everyone ALL THE TIME that he's still in paranoid soldier mode. Thank god for closed doors. He screams in his sleep, and it bugs the fucking daylight outta me; meaning I don't sleep, and have haphazardly morphed into a nocturnal, gelatinous mass who only leaves his cave for four to six hours a day to work in shitville grocery store.
Yes, I'm really calling it that. I get treated like crap, and they expect me to do it while smiling.
In a couple of terms, Zex is going to need UBER support. She's actually going for her nursing shtuff. I asked her, "what happened to teaching in Japan?"
seh replied with a shrug, but I could see in her eyes she was homesick just thinking about leaving the states. I don't blame her. I lived in Osaka for a year and a half, and loved it, but there's just no beatin' coming home to two brothers, and a dog who likes to eat whatever you have left on your bedroom floor.
Man, I love that dog. He's getting big too. His name is Hitler, daddy's name was Adolf. Hitler's favorite game is:
"I'm not chewing this Vincent Valentine plushie even though it's in my mouth, and you can see me, so I'm going to run"
So far, Vincent has suffered no fatal injuries, just a severe slobbering bath. I'm seriously considering giving Hitler the plushie, tho. I mean, it's a stuffed toy. He gets more enjoyment out of it than I ever did (after, like, three weeks of "ZOMG FINAL FANTASY PLUSHIE"). Animals just enjoy the stuffed type more than we humans do.
I've seen Zex's cat play "toss the strawberry". In which the cat, Tang, runs around the house with a plush strawberry (once wearing a purple cape, guess the cat didn't like that seeing as she tore it off), then stop and throw it into the air, let it land, pounce, and repeat.
Funniest damn thing I ever saw! xD
Aside from that, things are peachy. I got Zex to clean her room (kind of). It stayed walkable for about a week before it was piled with stuff again.
SEriously, Zex, where does it come from? She says she likes stuff. she need more room for her stuff, and needs to get rid of the stuff that doesn't care about her anymore.
Wow, longest journal entry ever.
Oh, and I'm totally stoked for the new TF movie. I saw Friday the 13th with Zex, and fangasmed with her in the Lloyd Center theater after the trailer ended.
YOSH~!
Aside from all of the above, I'm pretty much a happy camper. My lease continues to be a problem, seeing as I don't, nor did I ever, really live in that apartment. It kind of turned into my cove of escape. It's nice to have somewhere to go when I can't stand life anymore. Plus, all my cool shit is there...away from Hitler -_-
I was there all this week, actually, just felt like comin' home for a change. I'm thinking about moving the futon in my room here at mum's place to my self-sustaning ecosystem I call a one-bedroom apartment.
Huh...
Well, I'm all dried up.
PEACE!
~Vincent