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Ugh.. It's nearly one in the morning and I'm still up. That's pretty much due to the fact that I just arrived at home and all... And STILL I do not go to sleep. How stupid stubborn am I? Especially when I need to wake up in 5 hours but I've known people who've gone on in less sleep so.... (I'm just babbling now.)

I thought I'd type in this thing a whole lot more... Especially since Xanga has unfortunately lost its appeal and... I don't really feel like using it. I'm ALSO using this lovely journal for more of my writing. Pathetic writing, I might add. But writing nonetheless. Am actually planning on pulling a "televisionwithoutpity" kinda recapping gig but not as intense and not as detailed. Heh. Don't really have enough time for that really. XP Considering how much college has been bothering me. (Oh and the fact that I'm looking for a job AND planning on joining NaNoWriMo) but those are just different little tidbits. Will also be writing a whole lot more drabbles.. Once I can get back in the gear of writing them... Oh and having some inspiration. But that'll come back sooner or later. I just know it. (Especially with how boring Music class is.) I mean for example... Pretty wrote out an entire characterization map in my notebook today which took up about 9 pages. Mind you, the notebook isn't that BIG but it's big enough!

Will now turn in and collapse on my bed. Good night... er... morning... er... whatever now would be called....

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(I can't even begin to TELL you how much I believe that to be true...)

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Ugh.. It's nearly one in the morning and I'm still up. That's pretty much due to the fact that I just arrived at home and all... And STILL I do not go to sleep. How stupid stubborn am I? Especially when I need to wake up in 5 hours but I've known people who've gone on in less sleep so.... (I'm just babbling now.)

I thought I'd type in this thing a whole lot more... Especially since Xanga has unfortunately lost its appeal and... I don't really feel like using it. I'm ALSO using this lovely journal for more of my writing. Pathetic writing, I might add. But writing nonetheless. Am actually planning on pulling a "televisionwithoutpity" kinda recapping gig but not as intense and not as detailed. Heh. Don't really have enough time for that really. XP Considering how much college has been bothering me. (Oh and the fact that I'm looking for a job AND planning on joining NaNoWriMo) but those are just different little tidbits. Will also be writing a whole lot more drabbles.. Once I can get back in the gear of writing them... Oh and having some inspiration. But that'll come back sooner or later. I just know it. (Especially with how boring Music class is.) I mean for example... Pretty wrote out an entire characterization map in my notebook today which took up about 9 pages. Mind you, the notebook isn't that BIG but it's big enough!

Will now turn in and collapse on my bed. Good night... er... morning... er... whatever now would be called....

eric szmanda is love
brought to you by the isLove Generator

(I can't even begin to TELL you how much I believe that to be true...)

Fiery Passion

Title: Fiery Passion
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Ron/Hermione
Challenge: Elements
Word Count: 100 Words
Notes: Wow.... A little dirty. XP
His touch heated up her skin and she could feel her temperature rise at just his breath on her neck. The nearness made her weak, struggle with her breathing. But it still didn’t stop there. His lips lingered on her neck’s pulse spot. His hands were constantly moving, first in her hair, then the crook of her back… then places that made her gasp out loud.

Hermione’s mind raced as she tried to focus. Losing control was something she wasn’t used to. But Ron always was able to. He was what she thought of as red, like red hot fire.

Fiery Passion

Title: Fiery Passion
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Ron/Hermione
Challenge: Elements
Word Count: 100 Words
Notes: Wow.... A little dirty. XP
His touch heated up her skin and she could feel her temperature rise at just his breath on her neck. The nearness made her weak, struggle with her breathing. But it still didn’t stop there. His lips lingered on her neck’s pulse spot. His hands were constantly moving, first in her hair, then the crook of her back… then places that made her gasp out loud.

Hermione’s mind raced as she tried to focus. Losing control was something she wasn’t used to. But Ron always was able to. He was what she thought of as red, like red hot fire.