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Am watching Top Chef. Why does everyone think burritos are latin food? Burritos originated in California (trust me, I've done some research, which involved an American teacher of mine and a bet), and that was after it stopped belonging to Mexico (on that subject, I remember, when I was a kid, saying how cool it would've been if Disneyland was a part of Mexico XDDD). Also, why do the people call tamales 'tamale'? because the singular world is Tamal. *shrug*

I haven't done that much today, since I had no classes. Wait, no, I re-watched Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things. I cried again, no surprise there. I told my mom that I wanted SPN's first season for christmas *g*

Now, who wants a meme?

Take the first line of the first fic you posted each month in 2006.

January
The fireworks leave colorful imprints behind Remus’ eyelids, bright colors on starless night with everything moving in and out of focus, a red Chinese-looking dragon made of sparks and magic dancing in the sky as the alcohol in his blood makes the floor shake.
From Dancing in Light, Remus/Sirius, written for blanketforts

February
Sirius will always be Cups on Remus’ mind, aristocracy trailing after him like a thick scent that tricks his senses, calls him close, pushes him farther. Impulsive, sensorial, brash. Remus watches, and realizes just how different they really are. Opposites, really.
From Minor Arcana, Remus/Sirius, written for tellmeakiss. I reaaaaally like this one.

March
“Your birthday was four days ago,” says Harry matter-of-factly as Ron sets the cake on the table, and Ron only smiles cryptically in that way that always makes his stomach turn upside down.
From Gluttony, Harry/Ron, a birthday drabble for giventofly37.

April
April is born with flowers hanging from the trees, air pristine and intoxicating with the spring scent Remus blames for his infatuation.
From Glancing, Remus/Sirius, written for wellymuck.

May
This is a very fucked up triangle, Spike knows, but as his back rests against Vicious’ and the bullets graze his cheeks, he can’t imagine ever been involved in something that makes sense.
From Geometry, Cowboy Bebop, Spike/Julia, Spike/Vicious, Vicious/Julia, a birthday drabble for moonix. I've always been quite fond of this one, small as it is.

June
They have a road trip, red hood sweltering under the June sun as the white leather makes them sweat, shirts stuck to their skin.
From The Dust Sticking to Your Skin, Remus/Sirius, a birthday drabble for dzturtlepower. I looooove this one.

July
Howl drags her to the dance floor, one of his hands slipping up her blouse not quite so accidentally with every time they go round and round, her vision becoming a blurred mass of faces and colorful gowns and the fair hair of the Wicked Wizard Howl.
From Magic on the Tip of My Fingers, HMC, Howl/Sophie, a birthday drabble for onadancefloor.

August
The Doctor tells her to move away from his bedroom door, but that doesn’t stop him from touching his body to hers as he walks around her, from trailing his fingertips across Rose’s stomach – eyes looking into hers – as he enters the room.
From Alternatives, Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, Nine/Rose, Nine/Rose/Jack, and Three/Sarah Jane/Four, 50 sentence-long fics for 1fandom

September
“I don’t think I’ll ever see you again.”
From Five Thruths Haku Never Told Chihiro, Spirited Away, Haku/Chihiro.

October
Sam tries jerking his father awake, little hands on his father’s worn sleeve, on top of something that looks suspiciously like dried blood. “Dad, Daddy, please, wake up,” he mutters, knowing better than startling his father. There’s a knife under the pillow, after all.
From Look Ahead, Deny It Later, Supernatural, gen. I really like this one.

November
They’re entering San Antonio when Sam finally learns the date for the first time after weeks of Dean carefully stepping in front of faded diner calendars and clipping the newspaper’s date away and messing with the laptop so it says it’s Christmas, 1977, and then it only makes sense for them being practically half a country away when he realizes it’s November the second.
From And That Ashen Taste on My Mouth, Supernatural, gen.

December
Haven't written any fic yet. :(

Err, it's kinda sad to see how little I've written this semester, considering how much I used to write ;___; Also, I've only been writing ONE little original story since Nov. 5. *sigh* I need some inspiration shot, or something...