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posted by [personal profile] nekare at 01:00am on 07/01/2006
*squees like mad* I'd been recced on [livejournal.com profile] quibbler_report by Hold Your Last Breath and I didn't even know it!!

I feel giddy, and giggly, and happy like whoa. *dances around*
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posted by [personal profile] nekare at 01:51pm on 07/01/2006
Help!! Where can I find a calendar or something alike it online? I need to know the date of the full moon in January 1978. (obsessed much?)

If I don't find it, you people wouldn't care much if I just set it when I want to, do you?

Why, no, I'm not stuck at today's [livejournal.com profile] blanketforts fic. Not at all.

By the way, I saw the actor who plays Mr. Tumnus on an interview yesterday with Actress!Lucy, and he's the sweetest thing ever.

EDIT: I've already 800 words for today's fic, but I'm going to the movies with some friends, so don't be shocked if my part isn't done until late. Sorry, folks!
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posted by [personal profile] nekare at 11:32pm on 07/01/2006 under , , , ,
So sorry for the delay! Oh well, at least I made it to post it in the right day.
I went to the movies with two friends, and we had a blast. I hadn't seen them since Karen's birthday, so it was nice to catch up and remember good old times in High School. If everything goes well, I'll be going to Costi's college, and I'll get to see him everyday (yay!) and Karen will be studying really close from home, so I'll be able to visit her and stuff. I just hope we don't drift apart (in the way with Dulzura and Marisol. I barely speak to them nowadays :(). Good point is, we've already been out of school for more than 6 months, and I still get to see them sorta regularly.

Title: Red Carnival
Raiting: PG
Word Count: 1473
Author Notes: Written for this prompt in [livejournal.com profile] blanketforts. Seventh part in a series. Feedback will be loved!

Fireworks series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

The trees behind his house are bare, dressed by the thick fog that clings to their branches, a silent shroud that tricks the limit of reality... )

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