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I found out yesterday that one of my former classmates from high school is working on tv. *cries* And how do I find out? I go see my grandma and stare at the screen in horror. (Para los que si van a saber de lo que hablo: Han visto la novela esa ESTÚPIDA ESTUPIDÍSIMA de Muchachitas? (el tercer refrito de la novela, para hacerla peor) Bueno, pues la guera esa que tiene cara de pendeja? ESA IBA CONMIGO EN PRIMERO DE PREPA. Oh Dios, era tan desesperante la fulanita, el primer recuerdo que tengo de ella es cuando le dijo al profe de química, en el tono más fresa que un humano ha logrado alcanzar: "Ehhh, mejor me puedo tragar el chicle, profe?" OH DIOS PORQUE LA TELEVISIÓN MEXICANA TIENE QUE CAER TAN BAJO.)

I'm bored. And muse is kinda dead and it refuses to let me finish this fic. *sneers at muse*, so:

If you had me under your command and could make me write anything, regardless of whether or not I know the fandom or if anybody even writes fic in that fandom and no matter how crack-addled it might be, what would you love to see me write?

I'm... most likely not going to write them (because, well, my muse? Pretty much uncooperative as of lately), but I'm rather curious, and well, who knows?

*pokes Heroes so it'll download faster*

Could anyone do a quick beta on a 2000 words long SPN gen fic for me? Pretty please?

Only, not javajunkie13 because I can't exactly make her go and beta her own birthday fic, can I?

Well, better late than never, I guess. *looks shifty* Okay people, you gotta know, I feel like somewhat of a downright bitch for writing happy schmoopy fic after last week's ep. Granted, I'm known to write soul-wrenching angsty fics after funny, comical eps, so it really shouldn't come as a surprise, LOL.

Anyway, in honor of SPN's renewal, yay!

Title: Photographic Proof
Word Count: 2000
Summary: Sam Winchester has sixteen photographs buried at the bottom of his duffle bag: This is what each one of them means.
Author Notes: Written for my awesome, wonderful internet little sister, javajunkie13, who really deserved to get this fic on her birthday but my muse decided to slack off. So sorry. Betaed by terraneanblues and logovo.

( “Really, dude, what’s with you and your shitty camera?” he says, and Sam shrugs; mumbles something about being bored... )

It's been a good day. It's Teacher's Day in Mexico today, so no classes for me (can I hear a yay? YAY!), and I woke up at ten and fooled around in PJs all morning long and FINALLY finished a very long due fic and I scratched my head at the avalanche of comments because really, it's quite a simple story. *shrug*

Anyway, I went shopping today! (hence, the good day part, LOL, I'm such a clothes-whore) I was actually going to buy mine and Luz' and Gillian' tickets for this Saturday's Zoe gig, but apparently, they're only sold a bazillion miles away from here. Huh. Anyway, I came back home with pwetty, pweeetty stuff and I went and wrote myself in the waiting line for Deathly Hallows - I hate that particular library (I once asked for Cortazar and got '...who?' looks and decided that people in there were idiots), but that's where I got OotP and HBP, so it's kind of a tradition, really.

( lookie at what I got! )

I haven't done ANY homework today. Meep. *bites nails*