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Uuuugh, I'm tired. Writing thesis...es? thesii? is hard, yo.

Ok, off to watch The End of Time! Aka that one with John Simm and his horribly dyed hair! Also new Doctor dude, I am led to believe.

I shall hope it's not too bad, lol.

ETA: after seeing a minute - OMG, IT'S DOOMSDAY ALL OVER AGAIN, ISN'T IT. FUCK.

ETA 2: Just finished part 1. um, what?

Today's been one of those days that you just want to get over with.

First, I went out of home only to discover that some asshole had practically teared my car's left mirror in between yesterday and this morning. So I only taped it with my trusted maskin tape, and fuck, but I'd already broken my right mirror before (that one was my fault, though), and now it'll look patched up on both sides. FUCK.

Then. Japanese class went... Badly. Basically, I'm up to taking the yonkyuu exam this december (the lowest of the required exams to be accredited, the next one's the sankyuu and on and on), although I'd had my doubts before. BUT, I had class with a new teacher, and he speaks EVERYTHING in Japanese. And I do mean EVERYTHING. So I was just like 'Go, Ale, you can do it. Just nod and smile.' and it was horrible to only grasp like, a single word from an entire sentence. And what's worse? My new classmates are all two or three semesters up from me, so I'm like 'WTF?' and they're like, totally having a conversation with the teacher (and it doesn't help that they've both actually been in Japan). So that was lousy, and Lira, my Japanese buddy, didn't even show up (it would've been nice to be 'wtf' together...), and she was supposed to get me back the movies I lent her before summer holidays. Then on the last two hours, we had a written exam, a 'sample' of the yonkyuu, and from 47 questions, I had fucking THIRTY mistakes. 30. It was horribly depressing.

The only good part of the entire deal is that I'm back in the same group with a guy I'd had somewhat of a crush on before he left for Canada last semester. And well, he's still more advance than I am, but we're at least somewhat close in knowledge. I'll start taking my Japanese notes to school or something, because I need to catch up, and I need to do so fast.

The day didn't get better until I got home and my dad started to make impromptu crépes. Oh, and I watched I ♥ Huckabees. It's good, if somewhat confusing.

Now I'll just go and curl into a curner and watch both of the newly subbed Ergo Proxy episodes to get me out of my misery.

EDIT: My dad is baking a chocolate-chip cake. They day might not be a complete loss after all.

I saw Proof yesterday, and it blew me away. All of the acting was spotless, especially from Gwyneth Paltrow and Anthony Hopkins, and it has this ever-changing, quality that just pulls you in. The way it's told, with enchanting flash-backs is just thrilling, and Jake was CUTE AS HELL. Word. Also, all of the geek love made me oh so swoony XD So go watch it, the inteligence in this movie was just awesome. :)

Now, onto IMPORTANT matters:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY moonix!!!
Anna, you are an incredible, wonderful person, and I heart you so, so much. :)) Never change, girl!!

And here's your little present:

Geometry
Cowboy Bebop –Spike/Julia, Spike/Vicious, Vicious/Julia – 349 Words

( Sometimes, when Vicious is fucking Julia and Spike is pretending not to know, he opens the door a little bit... )

Well, it's not porn porn, but it is the smuttiest thing I've ever written (read: the most compromising.) And look! There's a hat! Haha, I'd missed my OTP so much, and I hadn't posted real fic in almost a month... I've been a bad girl. I actually finished this yesterday at 1 AM, but I was too tired to proof read it and check some words in the dictionary.

Title: Exhibitionism
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 1063
Summary: Sirius wants Remus back. Remus only wants to stop wanting.
Author Notes: Written for the lovely spooy since she's so great that she keeps on illustrating my fics and she deserves all the love in the world, and sazzlette, for generally being awesome and convincing me of doing this XD Love you guys. ♥

Based on this post, the second drawing.


( Sirius shrugs, takes a drag, arches in that mouth-drying way only he can pull off as he exhales the smoke out... )

Wow, I have been writing a lot in Spanish as of lately... And I've still got one more story to do. Then... fic? We'll just have to see.

Title: Adiós
Rating: G
Word Count: 328
Author Notes: Written entirely in future, with the words Eagle, Hand and Man as prompts.

( Verás la foto en silencio en medio de una multitud... )

Title: Ciclo del Agua
Rating: soft R
Word Count: 405
Author Notes: The assignment was to write an erotic or romantic narravite for the list of ten words in the cut, all of those words that a classmate of mind doesn't like. I really like this one XD

( The word list )

( David está a punto de dormirse, su mente hecha bolita en ese cráter que deja la vida con Ana... )

I just realized that I hadn't written any WHR fic since Christmas! That, and I was feeling drabbl-y, and those are always so easy and so much fun to do. XD

Title: Punishment
Rating: PG
Word Count: 148
Author Notes: Written for whr_drabble's third challenge: Pain.

( Down goes the brush, and as her hands shake she pulls harder at her hair... )

Happy birthday to my dad!! And I totally didn't get the tamales for the Candelaria Day. *sigh*

I know I still haven't done my lust list, but I'm getting there, I promise!

Pimping for myself, since I wrote this just when I got my LJ, and no one got to read it T-T: Pastillas Rojas was my first incursion in writing Dark themes, and it's a cool story about a freaky reality called Nightmare. I like it loads, still, and the translation is here: Red Pills. Tell me what you think?

Eh, I've realized that I write too much. Not that I mind, though, it keeps me entertained. Thing is, I haven't been really working on my TOO MANY challenges. Only a bit for the joint fic with moonix, and this:

Title: Destino
Word Count: 475
Author Notes: Written in the morning so I could finally get into the spanish feel again. I like it somewhat, actually. And uh, hope the like, five people in my list that will be able to read it will enjoy it XD
Original fic.

( Lucía regresa a la ventana, volviendo a dibujar castillos de niebla con su aliento... )

Ah, I don't want this to end! This month has been an awful lot of fun, and I guess I'll see you all in spring!

Title: Evolution
Rating: R
Word Count: 939
Author Notes: Written for the last two prompts of blanketforts. Feedback will be loved, as I'm quite proud of this one.

Firework Series Day: 21 26 29 30&31

( They fight on New Year’s day, while they should be kissing the dead year goodbye... )

This was kinda-but-not hard to write, but in the end I think it turned out fairly decent. Bill feels too gloomy for my liking, but I figure after everything, and the war, no one would be quite so cheerful anymore. why_me_why_not, I'll just change this once you send me the beta-ed version to me, all right?

Title: Crisscrossed Pattern
Rating: R
Word Count: 1727
Summary: Bill never feels as lonely as he does when in missions with Shacklebolt, worry for his family washing the world's colors off.
Warnings: HBP spoilers. Beta-ed by the lovely why_me_why_not Bill/Fleur on the side.
Author's note/Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Written for the omniocular's January challenge, my characters were Bill Weasley and Kingsley Shacklebolt.


There are still remnants of the Dark Magic he had to break licking at his fingers (his brain), leaving smudged fingerprints on her pale skin that vanish in seconds...

Wee! My style is back and I'm quite happy today. Lazy weekends are the best, definitely; staying in bed in your pyjamas and write dark, disturging stuff while the sun shines outside. *happy sigh* One-shots againg!!

Title: Stained
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 458
Author Notes: Written for blanketforts. Set in Azkaban. (Why yes, I can torture Sirius too, it's not a Remus-specific thing. XD)

Firework Series Day: 21

( He sits in the farthest corner of the room, crouched low against the bloody letters of a name he used to taste as he spoke it... )