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]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/19218515/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/19218515/ Sat, 05 Jul 2008 12:19:26 PDT
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BUY BUY BUY BUY BUY

BUY AND I'LL BE YOUR FRIEND.

BUYYYY AND I'LL BE YOUR DOG.

BUYYYYYYY AND I'LL SACRIFICE MYSELF TO A MAYAN GOD OF YOUR SELECTION.

Wellll actually you don't have to if you don't want to, but I'd reallllly appreciate it.

AND AND AND if I get 10+ purchases, I'll spend actual money on an actual website and an actual good webstore. YAY!

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/16915385/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/16915385/ Sat, 16 Feb 2008 14:14:43 PST
Also I'm not dead, so that's cool.

And I'm Beadle Bamford in my school's production of Sweeney Todd.

Which you will all see, regardless of location, interest, or hygiene.

So yeah imma done now.

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/14861434/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/14861434/ Sun, 30 Sep 2007 19:04:45 PDT
I do not like furries that much. I feel that they are creepy.

Halp?

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/13931589/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/13931589/ Sun, 29 Jul 2007 18:57:41 PDT
I will probably get back on deviantart when I have school again. I grossly underestimated how much time this show would take out of my life (13 hours a day, to clarify x__x). BUUUUT my book is almost done. So, that's good. Sorta.

I'm really really sorry about not answering the 431 messages in my inbox. I will definitely do it.

Seriously, I will.

Not even lying.

REALLY.

Mmkay, I go now. Gudbie.

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/13193698/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/13193698/ Sat, 02 Jun 2007 19:33:27 PDT
It all started in sixth grade. On that Christmas, I got the (kinda) latest and (sorta) greatest in game consoles...the Nintendo Gamecube. In my euphoric glee of insanity, I named the Gamecube Steven. Steve for brief.
I spent many of the days afterwards with Steve. Soon, we were together late into the summer nights, and soon after that...well, I couldn't stand to be away from him.
In eighth grade, however, Steve and I began drifting apart. He would come up with an "error: no disk inserted" message increasingly often...but I took this as the fact that he just didn't want to be with me anymore. He just wasn't himself.
I got new games for him, trying to win him back, but he kept giving me the cold shoulder. This year, my original Playstation --which I had since I was in kindergarten-- finally passed on. My parents got me a Playstation II -- which, although, it could never replace my beloved Playstation I, was very nice and fulfilled all my desires. I was faced with a tough decision. I could either give my Gamecube another chance, and leave my PS2 to collect dust, or I could unplug Steven and plug in the PS2. I put Pikmin into Steve. "Error: no disk." In a moment of grief and anger, I ripped the plug out of Steve and plugged in my Playstation. Months went by. I thick layer of dust settled over my hibernating console, whilst the PS2 got lots of attention.
A couple weeks ago, I decided to pay Steve a brief visit. So I plugged it back in. "No disk." Obviously it was angry with me for unplugging it. I restarted it. No disk error. I restarted again. Then I realized that something had gone horribly amiss. It made a pathetic whirring sound, coughed, wept, and turned off.
"Dad!! Come here for a minute!" I called in despair. We went on the troubleshooting website for Steve. No luck.
Well, today, we took Steve to our local video games store. As soon as the manager saw my outdated piece of equipment, he said with a voice of disdain "Umm...we don't do repairs on these anymore. Sorry. You can try EA games for it, and MAYBE they'll buy it from you...for parts." I felt sick. Give up Steve? FOR PARTS? "I'm...I'm gonna have to think about it..." I said quietly, hugging Steven closer to my heart.
We went to EA games, to put Steve down and give him a proper burial. The man in the store looked at Steve and smiled. "Wow, I haven't seen one of these in a while," he said. He was friendly. I felt as though I could trust him. "It keeps coming up with a no disk error," I told him, handing him the device. "Yes...well, we don't do repairs on these anymore. It would be less money just to buy a new one." I smiled sadly, knowing now that there was nothing more they could do. "But..." he said, smiling. "I CAN send it to Nintendo. They can do repairs." I beamed. I couldn't believe it! There was hope. "However...they wouldn't send it back to you. It would go to a store to be resold." My heart ached...but I knew it was right. At least he would have a life. At least...he would remember me. I traded Steve in for a new Gamecube...I named him Steve Too. He seems nice...not like Steve, but he'll bring back memories.

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]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/13177772/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/13177772/ Fri, 01 Jun 2007 14:18:08 PDT
I went over my friend's house the other day, and, while digging through her attic for no specific reason, we found a CRAPLOAD of nineties Nickelodeon and original Pokemon tapes (yknow, when it had less than fiftykajillion pokemon). We watched. It made me kinda sad but kinda happy and reminded me of my little nooblet elementary school days. Rocko's Modern Life, Doug (the not-crappy-Disney one), The Angry Beavers, Hey Arnold, Kablaam...AND the original All That. Nineties. 'Twas a time warp.

Soon after, I discovered my N64, with Bomberman, Kirby, Pokemon Stadium, Yoshi's Island...more elementary school stuff! And then I found a bunch of comics from third grade that not only were not funny, but they made no sense whatsoever! (Ex. "Some Guy: I can't sleep... Other Guy: Phew!" True story.) AND I found old "anime" stuff that I did in second and third grade, where I didn't know what the veins and sweatdrops were, so I just put them all over everyone's foreheads. xD I think I'll put one of them up, at some point.

AND ON TOP OF ALL THIS...I found horrible emo songs that I wrote with my next door neighbor in sixth grade...They were DELICIOUS! I'll post one, maybe.

So, this was my mega nostalgia attack. Had I found something "The Land Before Time" related, it would have been absolutely perfect. In conclusion...I eat you. kthnxbye

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/13014299/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/13014299/ Sat, 19 May 2007 14:19:25 PDT

1. Five hundred hits!! Hooray! ^^ I'll make something at some point someday to say "yay."

2. Clothes. I've had a very secret ambition to design t-shirts and get a little extra cash off a website, but it never really happened...but now it's happening! And in the near future! >D

3. My science teacher started off class by saying, "Well...who here has an anus?" And now it has become my quote of the year.

And it's Rachel's birthday two days later! Happy birthday! 8D







Yeehaw, that's exciting. >_>

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/12902994/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/12902994/ Wed, 09 May 2007 17:53:12 PDT I'm only using color on chapters and stuff now. Which won't happen. Because I'm lazy, so...yah. Planning to submit a couple tonight, wish me luck! ;D

EDIT: Page 13 isn't showing up on my page...Anybody know what that's all about? o^o;

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/12620498/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/12620498/ Mon, 16 Apr 2007 15:03:50 PDT
School got called off today. Because it RAINED. It was sweet, and made me lol.

Oh yah, the Virginia Tech shootings thing scared me bad. >_> Because my friend's sister goes there, and her mom hadn't heard from her that she was okay. So we were freecked. o-o Fortunately, Jubbie (that's not her real name. xD) was out having pizza with her friends off campus, soooo...she's all good. And she doesn't want to leave campus. Wtf?? Oh well, they'll probably close the school for a few days anyway.

Four days until the musical...and I'm sick. AGAIN. x-x More importantly, today's rehearsal, one of our last ones, was cancelled, even though it stopped raining at like, nine in the morning. They're paranoid though, and they say we might not have school tomorrow either, because it's gonna rain into tomorrow night again, starting...Oh! Right now! >_>; Crossing my fingers for no school tomorrow, so I don't have to waste an absence on a stupid cold. x-x

Wow. This journal actually had stuff in it. Cools.

Why am I in the Christmas spirit, you ask?

Sanjaya is gonna win Idol! :3 Huzzah! Unless Jordin wins, cause...I'm supposed to be cheering her on, since, y'know...my voice teacher trained her for forty billion years. >->

...

Go Sanjaya! x3

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/12312102/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/12312102/ Sat, 24 Mar 2007 16:14:58 PDT -> I smell a DVD viewing begging for forgiveness sleepover coming on!

Bis Fish is a great movie. I like the werewolf.

-dies-

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/12286515/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/12286515/ Thu, 22 Mar 2007 16:23:34 PDT
mkldfs;'kl;fadkl;f' yes.

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/12132909/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/12132909/ Sat, 10 Mar 2007 15:27:55 PST
Obviously, my dreams aren't too exciting. Not even my fever dreams. I kinda wish they were...oh well.

Here's for you, fever dream.

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/11988949/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/11988949/ Tue, 27 Feb 2007 14:49:27 PST
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My first Urinetown rehearsal. MINE. I'm on YouTube and I didn't know it! x-x

I shall sue. Maybe I'll give you some money.


PS. The song got better...it was the first rehearsal and some OUTRAGEOUSLY COOL PERSON (sarcasm sarcasm) decided it would be OUTRAGEOUSLY COOL to see the second class theater kids trying to dance...chyeah.

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/11788844/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/11788844/ Mon, 12 Feb 2007 17:12:24 PST
IT LIVES!!

It dies...

BUT IT LIVES!!

But it's sad...

Anyways, I'm all done with the show now, so I'll be back on a lil more than I have been! I was up until three at the cast party Saturday, and it was fun until they played some sappy song with a guy who was singing unnaturally high...Normally, this song wouldn't get to me, but it was late, and I was with all these kids that I've been with every day since October (some of which I will never see again), and everybody was crying and hugging, so...yeah, I was a wreck. I still am, in fact. I MUST GET OVER URINETOWN, BUT I MISS YOU, EMMA AND EMILY!! ><;; Mr. Cladwell! You're so...ehhh, what's the use...?

Anyways, got a teeny part in MY school play, so I won't be quite as busy as I was in Urinetown...Just one little hour-long rehearsal this week!

And...MY SCANNER HAS BEEN REPAIRED! I CAN UPLOAD STUFFS AGAIN! ^.^ Say hello to December, Book One, Page...what was it? Three, or something?

Anyway, I'm sick of my avatar, so Imma gonna change it. Byes.

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/11415798/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/11415798/ Fri, 12 Jan 2007 21:41:55 PST
Translation:

Hello. I am a zombie.

I had a seven hour rehearsal for chorus. We have five songs in our concert, which is Sunday. Do you know what singing the same five songs over and over again for seven hours does to a person? None of us are going to make it through this. NO ONE.

And my parents probably won't even see this crap!! I had to buy tickets today, but I didn't conveniently have twenty bucks lying around in my pocket, so I had to get money from my mom when she came to pick me up. She was twenty minutes late (lotsa twenties in this story) because there was a car accident, which built up an ungodly amount of traffic. The people selling tickets were still there, though, so I ran to the car and got twenty bucks for tickets. Then I ran back in (mind you, this had to have only taken me less than two minutes) and they were gone.

Yeah. They couldn't wait two minutes.

Then I sent a polite email asking why the cheese they couldn't wait two freaking minutes for me to buy tickets for my parents, who will not be able to buy tickets at the door, because it will be sold out. They replied with something like "Well MAYBE if you're REALLY LUCKY we'll let you give us money so your mom and dad can see this show, which you're paying us to be in, anyway. But we doubt it. Because sometime in between tomorrow and the day after, someone is likely to buy about forty tickets and sell out the show. And we don't really care about you working extremely hard and sacrificing other stuff to be in the concert, and now nobody who cares about you will see you. Have fun rehearsing for another four hours tomorrow, surrendering all hope of merriment on your Saturday!

---Whatevs."

I'm just angry now...as you can pro'lly tell. I mean, my throat feels like I swallowed a frustrated duck. And now my parents, who have been looking forward to seeing this, which, surprisingly enough, is a prestigious event in which I had to try out to get in. There are three hundred kids in the chorus. They're allowed two tickets each. There are eight-hundred seats in the hall we're singing in. The rest of the seats are sold in a raffle to the chorus members. So, only family and friends of the chorus peeps are gonna come, because tickets won't be sold at the door. In other words, if my parents don't get tickets, no one there will care about me. Only about their own smelly kid. I want my parents to come so they can only care about their smelly kid. Namely, me.


In other news: I got a cell phone! A Samsung A960. The case I bought for it doesn't fit. Neither does the Mashimaro keychain I got for it. And I can't download anything from deviantART onto it, because it doesn't accept it...Plus my dad doesn't want me buying ringtones and wallpaper and crap, because I only really got this cell phone for calling people. And who uses cell phones for that anymore??!

Help.

End Translation.

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/11142371/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/11142371/ Thu, 21 Dec 2006 18:45:53 PST
"Blind Eyes and Deaf Ears"

They help,
They ignore,
They see,
They scorn,
They love,
They abhor,
They are kind,
They are hypocrites.

"-Ation Nation"

Sympathize my situation
With your false solicitation
And I bid you salutation
While you give me motivation
All I need is inspiration
Bleeding, crying, perspiration
And my word accumulation
Rises beyond aberration!

(I...don't know what some of those words mean anymore...I used to be so smart!)

"?"

See how quickly this life was spent?
Fretting of useless paper, the rent?
Obsessing on this will just leave you empty.
Obsessing creates a huge dent.

Why shouldn't I cry
When the hours tick by
Not nearly enough time worthwhile
So come here, my friend, and we'll weep 'til the end
Come here and sit for a while.

Alone in my bed
Alone in my head
My soul is for sale for a mere loaf of bread.

Why shouldn't I cry?
No, don't tell me why.
Just sit here and stay for a while.



Jeez...aren't you glad my head is nice and mushy now?

Tomorrow's my last day before break...such relief..........I'm out...ness. See yew.

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/11131465/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/11131465/ Wed, 20 Dec 2006 19:07:57 PST
Oy.

I love singing, so...I'm in the choir. There are three types of choirs:

Lunch Choir: A bunch of good-natured kids who really want to sing, but lose interest as soon as they start getting hungry. Not very loud.

Concert Choir: Did not pick choir as their last choice for an elective. Want to be there, but aren't quite as enthusiastic as the well-meaning lunch choir.

Chamber Choir: Auditioned and are excellent singers. They genuinely WANT TO BE IN CHOIR. <---this is an important detail.

I'm in lunch choir, because I got drawing as an elective and I wasn't about to switch out. I'm the only one (besides a guy in this class) who has not once interrupted practice to say, "This is booooring...I'm huuuuungry...Bleeehhhhhh..." So we only get twenty minutes of practice a day instead of the full hour the other two choirs get. The other choirs look down on us with utter disgust. We sucked terribly when we sang yesterday. We were so not ready. We were going to screw everybody over so badly, and there was no way we could ever be ready tonight.

We rocked the house.

It was great! The concert choir were all zombies and we weren't! We had the Christmas (and Hannukah and Kwanza...-cough-) spirit, and they were singing as if they were totally soul-less!! (If you haven't noticed, the lunch and conert choirs have this rivalry thing going on, and the concert choir always...wins... )

So tonight was great. I had a solo and I managed not to sound like a dying elephant, sooooo...cool beans.

Well, I'm gonna go eat a hotdog.

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/11064971/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/11064971/ Thu, 14 Dec 2006 17:23:38 PST
I'm SO tired right now, but...I'll still upload! Just for you! Even if my hands break and I have to draw with my uvula, I'll upload!

I'm getting a C+ in French...ughhh...Fortunately, it's just because I had the bubonic plague for a couple days and owe my teacher stuff, so it'll be up to an A- in a few days.

Not much to talk aboutssssss...so, I'll be leaving ya. Byesss...

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/11018418/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/11018418/ Sun, 10 Dec 2006 14:26:57 PST
And I'm stumped because I've written about ninety pages of December and I dunno what to put next...Ahhhhhhggggggg...Oh well. Time to upload. See yas.

]]> ~neverlove http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/10891791/ http://neverlove.deviantart.com/journal/10891791/ Wed, 29 Nov 2006 15:00:04 PST
I may or may not be going to the American Museum of Natural History next week. I've never been so excited about a trip to a museum. Ever. But only because it's my drawing class, and my teacher is awesome, and the class is full of seniors who are completely insane. It's nice being the youngest kid in class again...

I worked a little bit on December today. So far I've gotten twenty pages done (woot), but I'm not submitting anything until the "intro" is done (it's forty pages long). I'm expecting the whole "series" (if you can even call it such a prodigious name) to be around, say, three hundred pages. xD I'm going to crash dA, galldarnit! :3

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