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Old NW Spam.

Thu, 24 Jul 2008 20:47:53 GMT

If you don't know what 'NW' stands for, I'll tell you: Neopian Writers. As in, the writer's forum on Neopets. Back in the day, I joined in on the spam trend, and I found some screenshots of said spamming in my Photobucket.

Those last two are my favorites-- somehow, a glitch happened where you could make someone post something just by having them click a link. Naturally, I went to the Newbies board (where all the 10-year-old skanks and pedophiles hang out) and claimed that the links led to pictures that I wanted rated. It was really funny, I should have taken screenies of them all being like OMephG I DIDNT POST DAT WATS A UTERUS OMG?!~??!?!?

And no, you can't say Hitler on Neopets.

GLORY BE TO THE WAFFLE

Thu, 24 Jul 2008 20:32:01 GMT

I found quite a curious creature in the bowels of my lone Photobucket album. His name is Waff'l, and HE WANTS TO SAVE YOUR SOUL.

Behold the Glory of the NW

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 22:13:39 GMT

I hax0r'd Michelle's old Neopets account to browse the NW, and this is what I found. I actually haven't read through the whole thing yet, but judging from the beginning, it's a keeper- I'm just posting it here for safe keeping, or else it'll get lost in My Documents.

Maxine Mells

by xxl0vexxhatexx

I picked up the small seashell sitting alone on my dresser and threw it against the bedroom wall. As it shattered into a million red pieces so did the last ties to my one true love. That gift was the most amazing I had ever gotten, I had never seen the ocean, but Dan had brought it to me.

The ocean is the most amazing thing in the world Max. I couldn't believe how small I felt next to it. Imagine, me feeling small," he laughed and pulled me into his huge arms, "But it never could compare to you, Maxine. As beautiful as the sun setting on the water was, it only reminded me of your fire red hair.

I blushed as he kissed me gently. I loved to be in his arms, his strong arms. Dan is 6'2 and feels monstrous compared to my small 5 foot body. I had to be on my tiptoes to kiss him, but I wouldn't have it any other way. We stopped kissing and just soaked each other in after being away from each other for three weeks. His eyes were the most gorgeous shade of blue I had ever seen and his hair was the most perfect brown skater hair in the world.

I missed you so much," I muttered, "I hated being stuck at home without you.

He whispered, "I missed you too." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small package, "I got you something.

Pulling open the wrapping paper I said, "You really didn't have to do that!

And there it was a small red seashell, in a perfect spiral shape. It had no breaks, no cracks, just perfect lines. This was my personal sample of the ocean, my personal reminder of how much Dan loved me.

I love it!

I love you," he said

I muttered, "I love you too.

And then Dan kissed me again.

Dan… it hurt just thinking his name. How could this happen? Tears stained my pale cheeks as I picked up my heavy backpack.

Running… something I knew too well, but this, this was the final straw. Sixteen years old and completely alone… So, don't I deserve to run?

One last time, I looked at my orange walls and polka-dot bed spread. So everyone… thanks for nothing. Sarah, you little player of a best friend, good luck with my boyfriend. Best friends… what a lie. I picked up the yellow picture frame with me and Sarah from first grade, our first year as best friends. Since then we have been inseparable, until tonight. The smile spread across Sarah's round face, smiling at all the hurt she caused me. On the bottom of the picture it read, "Best Friend's isn't a label, it's a promise."

Some promise…

After a few moments of gazing at our young faces, the picture frame joined the shattered seashell on the floor, glass pieces reflecting a picture up at me that I never wanted to see again.

We'll always be best friends, right Max?" her voice echoed in my head.

Of course Sarah, for ever and ever," I had said smiling. The days of pig tales and Barbie's were the easiest, boys had cutties then, and the only fights were over what shoes go better with your Barbie's dress. Back then Sarah and I hardly ever fought… until tonight. Our biggest fight besides this one was when we both wanted to wear the same shoes for 8th grade graduation. She won that fight, wore the shoes, helped me find different shoes, and life was good again. "We'll always be best friends, right Max?

Of course Sarah, for ever and ever.

Funny how long forever lasts, isn't it? Nine years, that's hardly forever.

And my Mom… my good old mom.

Good luck with your drinking, too bad you won't have me to clean up your puke anymore. It's not like you could look at me anyway. I was just a reminder of how pathetic you are. Just a reminder of how you threw your life away for a guy who didn't want you.

Maybe I'm not that much different.

Running.

But I'm only leaving you, and let's face it; you were gone a long time ago, once dad left you dissolved in his memory. You can't even look at me anymore since I remind you of the love you and dad once had. I won't turn into you, I promise that. I'm gonna stay strong, at least for now.

And dad, good luck wherever the hell you are, just don't forget about your only daughter, although you probably already did.

Should I leave a note for my mom? Will she, or anyone for that matter, care if I'm gone; would anyone even notice if I don't leave a note? But I should leave one, even just a short one:

Dear Mom,

Maybe you'll miss me once I'm actually gone, but hey, you ignore me anyway.

Goodbye,

Maxine

With one last glance at my room, just to remember what I know I won't miss, I slide the two feet from my window onto the brown dead grass. It was way to hot to even be outside, despite the night masking the sun. I hated summer. Yeah, I'm a kid, I'm supposed to love summer but I hate it with a mad passion. There was no school to keep me from going home; there was no work to distract myself when I got home because I had no homework to look at. Plus, I hated the heat. Fall was my favorite season, not to hot, not too cold… everything was better in moderation… summer and spring were too hot and winter was too cold, fall was the best. I hated to swim, so what was the point of summer for me? I hated to tan; paleness looked good with my wild red hair. Summer was being trapped in Hell, a fiery Inferno where all I could focus on was my moms drinking and her throw up.

Dan and I had met during the summer… he was new in town and he saved me from drowning in the local pool. Someone threw me in since I refused to go in on my own, not knowing I didn't know how to swim. Dan heard my yelling, jumped in (wallet and cell phone in his back pocket) and pulled me out off the pool. His face was so close to mine I could feel his breathing and all I could do was smile. Sarah came running over and freaked out, making sure I was alright. Summer sucked, royally…

Alone.

Alone with 500 dollars, a few changes of clothes, an ipod, a cell phone, a pack of Marlboro lights, a new Zippo and no one to turn to. So I hop in my car, turn up the music, light a cigarette and blast A Day Away… and oddly enough the first line that blasts through the stereo is, "And though your picture still remains, lying in that broken frame." I slam the button on the radio off and start to drive, so many times has A Day Away told me exactly what I didn't want to hear.

Best friends isn't a label, it's a promise," I read out loud as I ripped open the shiny red wrapping paper and looked at the wonderful picture, "Sarah it's great!

Sarah said, "Thanks, it took me forever to think of the right picture. The saying came easy.

I pulled my best friend into a hug, smiling, and thankful for the present. She ripped open her present then, and I watched as her eyes light up while she ran her hands over the photo album, "Thanks Max, its wonderful!

I laughed, "You always keep your pictures in a stupid

plastic bag, and those pictures deserve to be preserved. You have amazing talent with a camera Sarah.

I whipped away a falling tear and started to speed faster down the street. Maybe feeling some danger would stop me from thinking about Sarah or Dan. Maybe I'll crash and just get it over with.

No Max, don't become your pathetic mother. Think of someplace to go and calm down Max.

Where the hell could I go? My best friend is going out with my boyfriend, my own house is out of the picture, since I just ran away from it, and I have no clue where my father is. Even if I did, he wouldn't want to see me, considering he left when I was seven and hasn't called since, hasn't even sent on birthday or Christmas card.

Then, I remember grandma sitting my seven-year-old self on her lap saying "Max, no matter what your Mima loves you." I whip another tear off my face and make a u-turn. Only three hours to Mima's house and its musty smell. I hope she will want to see me.

*~~*~~*~~*~~*

I stood outside Mima's house for what felt like 10 minutes until Mima opened the door.

Maxine! My dear, come inside, its way too hot out there. Why didn't you knock?" Mima demanded

How did you know I was here?" I asked

She replied, pulling me into a hug, "I could sense you. Would have been here sooner if I wasn't so darn old.

I took in her familiar old perfume saying "You're not old, and you'll always amaze me how you know what's going on before you should.

She laughed the way she did when she was keeping a secret, but I knew not to question her. Mima took my hand in her warm wrinkly one and led me into the kitchen.

I asked, "Mima, where is Cozy?

She replied, "Sleeping on my bed, because she is aware it's two in the morning.

I apologized, "Sorry for showing up so late, it's just-

She interrupted, "I know enough of what's wrong. What I do want to know is about school and your life.

I began as Mima made fresh lemonade, "Well, I'm a junior now, and taking all honors classes. I'm also starting to look for colleges too. I'm thinking of teaching Language Arts, since I love kids and also want to be an author. So I can write in my free time. But I do more than study; I decided I wanted to try something new this year so I started horse-back-riding lessons. Its amazing being on a horse, everything else seems to fade except his muscular body under you, sensing everything, joy and fear. Kind of like you.

Mima always knew what was wrong, she always knew when I was upset or afraid, and she always knew the right thing to say. The only annoying thing was she knew when you were lying, even if it was the slightest thing like "Yes, I brushed my teeth." And, like she showed tonight, she could also sense when I was close.

Mima said while handing me a glass, "I hope you being careful.

I assured her, "Of course I'm being careful, I'd never do anything that could get me to hurt.

Mima said, "Well Max, I think it is time for you to get some sleep. I will see you in the morning.

But Mima," I started to argue, "I just got here, I've missed you!

Mima said, "I will still be here tomorrow Max, get some sleep, it's been a long night for you.

I started up the oak steps, and then turned back to Mima asking, "How long am I welcome?

She replied quietly, "As long as you need sweetheart.

I opened the door to my room. It was still the exact same way I left is when I was seven. My small twin bed with the horse bed spread was right underneath the big window. I loved to wake up in the morning to see the beautiful sunrise right outside the window, as if I could grab it and keep it as my own forever. My wood night table with the little hearts carved in it was next to the bed. There was one heart for each of my friends, one heart for each member of my family, and one for Dan. I wasn't dating Dan then, but I always had the biggest crush on him. I made a mental note to cross out Sarah and Dan's hearts. My green reading lamp was on top of the night stand; green was my favorite color then. A bookcase full of any genre of books one could imagine stood on the opposite side of the room; reading was always one of my favorite things to do. It's been a long time since I've been in this room, a very long time.

At the end of my bed sat my favorite book "Which Witch."

There was no doubt Mima knew I was coming. I felt more at home here then I could ever feel with my mother.

*~~*~~*~~*~~*

I slept until eleven, being woken up by a small black dog licking my face. I hugged her saying, "Good morning Cozy, you little fuzz ball.

She barked and licked my face again. As I was walking down the steps and smelt bacon and pancakes, so I hugged Mima insisting, "You didn't have to do this for me! For once you could let me make breakfast.

She said, "Nonsense, it's my job to feed my family.

I argued, "It's only me Mima, but it looks lovely, as always.

I smiled as she remembered the taste of Mima's chocolate chip pancakes from my childhood. Mother and I lived with Mima for a while after our father left us, while Mom was still trying to pull herself together. She never did completely pull herself together though.

So sweetheart, I want you to have this," Mima said handing me a little red ring with four intertwined circles engraved on to it; she continued, "My mom gave it to me, and I want you to have it now.

I hugged her and examined the ring. It had a weird feeling of power to it. I slid it onto my finger and hugged Mima again.

I love it, it's so beautiful!" I exclaimed

Mima said, in a voice like she was keeping a secret, "its way more than a ring Maxine.

I asked under my breath, "Can it mend a broken family?

She replied, "Not broken, just cracked," she picked up my empty plate to wash it off, "An

FINALLY.

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 02:48:34 GMT

My computer- it's back!

We had to replace the hard drive.

But it's back.

And I'll rescan all my crap so I can put it up soon.
I have also recently purchased a My Little Pony coloring book that has opened a wonderful new world of possibilities.
I've already finished one picture in there, and I hope to have a lot done before school starts. Yay.

Essay time!

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 02:08:30 GMT

Tentacles are an important part of literature, you know.

I'm pretty sure this is up on fictionpress.com/~anemia, for the record. Be warned, the stuff there is old and covered in mildew.

No me gusta.

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 02:00:15 GMT

My computer is basically on its last leg, and it looks like we're going to have to replace the hard drive. As my dad explains it to me, he has to 'trick' the computer with some long, complicated process to even allow it to start up! And now I don't have a start bar, the desktop is blank, and I'm having to open new things in tabs, which is weird and hard for me to get used to. So basically, I can't scan in all the new crap I've made.

On a better note, I found two pictures in my photobucket that my friend Grace drew for me a while back.

I forget when and where the first picture came from, but the second one was for my birthday.
They make me happy.

Hey! I have some of that in the cabinet upstairs!

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 03:30:33 GMT

Nah, actually, Poland is pretty cool with me.
I'd love to learn Polish someday just so I can write in it so I can confuse the people around me
because it looks krglkgjlkdfgjk insane.

Here's another thingamajig I made a while back.

Give patient lots of exercise, huh?
Too bad I'm not really a Snape fangirl, really.

Ancient Potter Paints

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 03:13:39 GMT

I made these over Christmas break, I think, if I'm remembering correctly.
I originally created them as desktops, but downsized them to post them on here and in other places.
If you want a bigger version for some odd reason, ask and I'll post a link.
On my monitor, the 'desktops' don't fill the whole screen: they have bars at the top and bottom like some widescreen deal.

Also, here are pictures of the Pokemon bag I'm in the process of making. It's sort of blocky at the moment, but I'm going to try to find a way to make it more bag-like. What do you think?
Sorry for the shitty quality.

Doodles

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 02:14:27 GMT

I really should have paid more attention in Econ...

I hate PETA.

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 02:08:57 GMT

Ugh.

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 01:57:37 GMT

Why is today being so boring? I simply don't understand. I WOKE UP WITH THE ENERGY OF A THOUSAND RAGING KINDERGARTENERS, but I have nothing to do because everything sounds BORING or I JUST DON'T ~FEEL~ like it. I'm bored sitting here, and I dunno why I'm typing this because nobody will care anyway.

But. I'm so bored. And I just want it to be tomorrow. Now.

Twilight: The Better Edition- Preface

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 03:16:20 GMT

It was the last week of school. Cold. Boring. There wasn't even a working clock I could look at to kill time. Then my friend returned my battered copy of Twilight. I felt in my pocket. There was a pencil there. I put two and two together, and this is the result:

TWILIGHT: THE BETTER EDITION!!

Twilight and related characters were created by the one, the only... STEPHENIE MEYER.
So all of that is basically property of hers or something, and I'm only posting portions of the book
that I'm pretty sure are available legally online anyway.
If I'm sadly mistaken, please inform me. Otherwise, have at it!

Chapter One coming soon.

SLEEPOVER/MOVIE NIGHT GAIS!!1~!

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 02:16:51 GMT

I was flipping through an old Nickelodeon magazine to cut out pictures for a collage, when I stumbled upon something glorious.

I'm diggin' da popp'd colla, Aaron. Damn, this movie looks clas-say. Look out, Casablanca.

First Post!

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 22:36:32 GMT

Well, this is my first post here. To be honest, I find Livejournal a tad bit confusing, but I'm sure I'll get used to it. It always takes me a week or so to break into a new website. Anyway, I made this page because I've had some people on a particular forum persuade me to continue my "Twilight: The Better Edition", and they also managed to persuade me to get an LJ to post it on.

I'll get to uploading all of that tomorrow, I guess.