Hello!
I realized I should keep one of these pinned up to the front page, just so as to keep people informed about what's going on with projects.
Current projects are as follows.

ROARING PRIDE AND HISSING PREJUDICE

Revision of my previous story "The Bargain."
Ship: Draco/Hermione
# of chapters: 2.
Word Count: 5,664
Rating: T.

I DON'T LOVE YOU, AND OTHER LIES

Currently: Being revised.
Ship: Ginny/Draco
# of chapters: ?
Word count: ?
Rating: T.

Author: Disani (Denying Insanity)
CHAPTER: Chapter One - Peer Pressure.
Setting: Post-war, pre-epilogue.
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, other pairings TBA.
Rating: T.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my own plot.
A/N: Feedback is extremely appreciated! You may review either here, or at ff.net.

Summary: Hermione's a know-it-all. Draco Malfoy, forever the badass, has a secret and a reputation to keep. Yet, he's a virgin! So what happens when Blaise Zabini learns of this, and forces an unwilling Draco to do something he would never even attempt in any of his wildest dreams?

Draco kept on walking, a sharp pressure against the back of his eyeballs, his nostrils flaring with every hot, jerky intake of breath. He kept on tightening his wand hand into a fist, and straightening it back out, in hopes of getting rid of that annoying, tingly little itch he felt.....

He half expected Draco to snort and shove him away, but Draco simply looked at him, slightly paling. And that was all the answer he needed; the jest in his voice completely disappeared, replaced by that of surprise and outright alarm.

“You are?!”


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Author: Disani (Denying Insanity)
CHAPTER: Prologue.
Setting: Post-war, pre-epilogue.
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, other pairings TBA.
Rating: T.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my own plot.
A/N: Feedback is extremely appreciated! You may review either here, or at ff.net.

Summary: Hermione's a know-it-all. Draco Malfoy, forever the badass, has a secret and a reputation to keep. Yet, he's a virgin! So what happens when Blaise Zabini learns of this, and forces an unwilling Draco to do something he would never even attempt in any of his wildest dreams?

The air hung thick with tension. Tension so palpable, so condescending and discriminating, it was almost overbearing. Minerva McGonagall was sure that if looks could kill, one of her two most stellar students – both of them, really – would be six feet under by now....The smug smirk he had directed towards Hermione got wiped off his face so fast that she would have missed it had she batted an eyelash.

I felt that this journal needed a bit more attention! so I changed the colors to something more pleasing to the eye (to me, at least), and also redid the profile info that...up to now, was so lacking.
Also, I have re-written the two chapters I had from The Bargain into a condensed prologue, and the story has been renamed to Roaring Pride and Hissing Prejudice. I'm far more pleased with it. It'll be posted here in the next post!

Went to Jojo for dinner with anamuan, Tego, and stillesprite, followed by ACKC, who all did a very good job of not making me feel old. The waitress at Jojo's was less than amusing but eh, the food was good, the drinks were strong, we can't ask for more. Or well, maybe we can, but if not, the balance lies in the tip. Anyway, the hot chocolate was brilliant, considering how chilly it was tonight. And presents were lovely as well, although I'm determined to convince everyone next year not to get me something. Even C. got me something even after I specifically asked her not to! Well, and I admit I'm looking forward to it, but whatever happened to respecting people's wishes?

Yes, yes, I'm aware that Bean is a pushover; I listened with utter dismay as my companions this evening all nodded and chuckled in agreement over, ahem, the state of my personality. To go into further detail will only damage my image further. -___-

Aside from that, had an interesting talk with my buddy down the hall. The things going on in her life started me thinking, along with the random violin and cello music I decided to listen to and what's emerged is far too serious for this early in the morning.

"Let's play hopscotch in malls. Let's drive fast with the top down. Let's turn up the music as loud as it'll go. Let's put a couch on an island in the middle of the freeway and wave at everyone on their way to work. Let's hug strangers in parking lots. Let's hand out secret messages at traffic lights. Let's make lists of all the things that make us smile and tick them off, one at a time. The world will carry on without you and me when we're gone. Let it carry on without us, today."

So, today I'm leaving to Guadalajara. Will be back tomorrow by mid-day I guess...
My psp does not work  :(  and I have the urge to play Silent hill but it looks like I'll be using the bricked thing just to read a few things online. Aww such my luck. Anyway, omg THIS  such a great song it makes me crybutalsojumpwithjoyandsuchmixedfeelings that its just D:  Yes I have no words. The lyrics. The lyricssssssssss.

I'll shut up now so I can pack my stuff. Buh-byeee

 
Take a deep breath

No more time left

This is what I thought I wanted

Why am I afraid?

Title: When Worlds Bleed, Chapter Eleven

Fandom: A Harry Potter/BtVS crossover

Pairing: Hermione/Ginny/Fleur/Faith/Buffy/Willow

Rating: Adult 

Warnings: language, Vampire and Slayer violence with the relentless use of sharp and/or magical objects against the un-dead.

Word Count: 4553

Disclaimer: Most of these characters belong to J.K. Rowling or Joss Whedon, but since they seem to be through with them... 

Summary: "WELL THEN?" shouted Spike.  "They're not just going to stand there all bloody day waiting for you lot to make up your minds!  Eat them!  And save one of them for me people!  That little one with the ginger hair.  She looks like a tasty little treat."

Notes: Okay, you know the drill by now.  Jo's canon is pretty much Phffffft!  I like mine better anyway. I haven't broken Joss' yet, but I'm sure bending the hell outta it.

 

 

Comments are always welcome... 

 

 

( When Worlds Bleed, Chapter Eleven )

 

I have come to the realization, after putting up chapter 2, that I am an amazingly huge amateur at this whole writing!
now, this isn't to say I'm about to quit. However, I've decided to re-write what I already have and plan a bit more before I get neck deep into the story....checked out some books on writing fiction, and grammar/punctuation for writers that might help me a bit. I seem to make a ton of mistakes!

Anyway, updates will come later.

Oh God, this morning was painful but I made it to class on time. Was trying very hard not to droop off for the morning. Better in the afternoon after a prosciutto sandwich and a few pages of Puzo's The Sicilian. Funnily enough, I always managed to perk up during the feline anecdotes. I'm glad I went, though, because then I found out/was reminded that there's another project for that class. So, after finishing Hell Week, I received the joyous news that more is on the way. To be fair, it was worse to hear the same news in yesterday's class since I had just finished the paper for it.

I returned to my room for much-needed hyperventilation respite and after catching up with...hm...whatever, A. and A. over Gchat, I finally decided to go to Mehran for the first time in nearly three years. They made goat saag for me and I swear their gulab jamun is somehow better than the ones I've had in New York. And now back to the factory.

Edit: I just realized that I'm reading licensing agreements for one of my assignments and now I'm really not surprised they offer a  MLIS/JD dual degree program.

...especially as I've class tomorrow. Yes, you read that right. And to make matters worse, it's voluntary on my part.

It was good to see Y. and B. in town although I still regret they were privy to the condition of my room. It was kind of Y. to drop off my birthday present even after I specifically told her and everyone else not to get me anything. In case you're wondering, that was a reprimand. But I appreciate the thought and at least the presents were sensible. I adore the card.

We met up with N. and S. for dinner at Bangkok Joe's where we quickly found out the common trait among all my friends is that they certainly enjoy tearing my reputation (I know, I know, what reputation) to shreds. All in all, good times, good food and drink and they had little packages of Nerds by the door!

Midnight was, eh, much the same as always, though Onii-chan met up with us afterwards (N., alas, has work tomorow). I think we traumatized the dear fellow by pushing him onto the dance floor before returning to enjoy blowing bubbles. Dancing was fun, was great, even the part where I danced with an engaged woman. Well, she could have been lying about that but even if she was, I'd rather she lied because she wasn't interested than if she responded favorably and she was supposedly committed to someone else. Brickskeller's afterward was grand; pity Onii-chan had to call an early evening. Then we parted ways and headed home; pictures will be up sometime tomorrow.

Ran into a co-worker on the train home, which felt slightly weird because he was in jeans and a T-shirt, whereas I was in suit jacket and pants with the green velvet shirt and my leather trenchcoat. He's normally the snazzy dresser at work.

Halloween Quote 2009:
Me: *snaps open umbrella and holds it up as I'm crossing the street back to campus*
Jackass: Oh my God, are you Edward Cullen?
Me (thinking): *No response necessary*
Jackass: You totally are! That's exactly what Edward Cullen would do!

I think my age is showing because I was more amused than irritated. Got home right on time because for a while, the door had not been working, a.k.a. not only could you not enter the building, but you also were unable to leave it.

Right, sleep.

Edit: Just read merle's entry on a mother flying Southwest with screaming children and it got me to thinking that some of my friends are married or soon to be married. And, yes, one friend does have a son but I wasn't around for the formative years and he's nearly five years old now and something resembling human, i.e. we can talk to each other. But one example does not a rule make. Frankly speaking, I don't know if anyone else is ready to have kids but I'm sure as hell not ready to be around friends preparing to have kids, having kids, and so on. I guess this makes me a douchebag but no matter whose kid it is, I don't think I want to spend a prolonged amount of time with friends and their children. Well, my mother and her friends managed to get back in touch after nearly eighteen or so years of my life had already passed, so maybe that's a possibility.  

"And he was nobody but--Bartholomew--old Biff with two fists and a quick tongue--Mister Brannon--by himself."

"Why? Why was it in that cases of real love the one who is left does not more often follow the beloved by suicide? Only because the living must bury the dead? Because of the measured rites that must be fulfilled after death? Because it is as though the one who is left steps for a time upon a stage and each second swells to an unlimited amount of time and he is watched by  many eyes? Because there is a function he must carry out? Or perhaps, when there is love, the widowed must stay for the resurrection of the beloved--so that the one who has gone is not really dead, but grows and is created for a second time in the soul of the living? Why?"

This is why we count in single-spaced; 2=4 and I can probably spit out another page tonight, which leaves one for tomorrow+editing.

And now, once more into the breach, dear friends. 

Immunization records are finally in order so I'll be ready when registration opens up next week. The tetanus shot was fun. No, seriously, it was wonderful because I didn't have to do anything except sit there. The nurse opined that it's far easier giving shots than it is to receive them (she worked in an ER for 38 years) but I heartily disagree. Plus, the whole "gee, I've survived the ten years that have passed since the last one!" was kind of a pleasant thought, too. 

Five, no, six-pager is done. First time this semester I've gone beyond the minimum number of required pages. Well, we'll see what happens when I get it back.

The supposed 10-pager, well, I kind of went AWOL and ranted for three pages last night that we're placing too much emphasis on new gadgetry rather than new methods of retrieving information. But I don't think that counts so it'll be scrapped and I'm still pretty much at zero. However, a classmate did remind me at work yesterday that professor said she'd be okay with 8. So, that's a plus if I write a pretty awesome paper. Given how drained I am now, though, I'll just do what I can. Honestly, papers should be like people. Unless you only care about events and people that are long since gone or stuff that could possibly happen and here's how, there should not be that much to you.

Wait, that came out wrong. I was thinking about how old people are allowed to ramble and how children tend to prattle (whether they're allowed is another matter) and so, old, new...yeah, I just don't want to write another eight pages tonight/tomorrow/Saturday morning.

So instead I'm going to figure out how to present this thirty-page article to my classmates this evening in ten sentences or less, thus validating my existence. Oh, and dinner. Right.

I'll just keep telling myself it's the rain.