In September, we three insane ones, Aisling, Emily and Sam (who by some miraculous, and quite stupid, intervention of an unknown or shy higher power all go to the same school and are all in Grade 8) decided that instead of constantly getting ourselves in trouble in class by 1) talking 2) passing notes (which invariably seem to end up in the depths of Aisling's bag and fall out at the worst possible time) we would write all our pathetic excuses for conversations in a notebook (which again ended up living in Aisling's bag when not in use), then pass that. The reason we don't get caught throwing a bright red notebook to each other in Science class is because our teacher has serious observational difficulties.
Sam, being very uncreative and having just read a load of Harry Potter fanfics, decided to name us the Marauders, over looking the facts that a) we're female and b) there's only three of us. Then we decided to post the contents of the infamous red notebook on our beloved fanfiction.net, in the hope that some poor soul would be tricked into reading it. So, read on and don't worry, any mental illness you might contract will be temporary. Ish.
This was our very first entry in the Marauder Notebook. Sam is Moony, Aisling is Prongs and Emily is Padfoot. We were in Science class and doing a lab with some obscure chemical that none of us understood. By sheer dumb luck, we didn't blow anything up. We had to wear protective glasses, made complicated by the fact that all three of us wear normal glasses anyway. Prongs wouldn't stop complaining about them. Anyway, on to the ramblings of three strange minds . . .
Science Class
Moony: Couldn't we think of more original names?
Moony- Sorry Prongs, I'm feeling unoriginal today. Moony is moody today (no pun intended)
Padfoot-Yes well on to more important things. I'm hungry!
Prongs-Moony has no sense of humor or creativity and Padfoot is feeling hungry during a science lab. Why me?
Moony- Prongs: Are you mental? Of course we need our glasses! Why you? You act like it's a bad thing! Well it's not! You have been chosen by the biggest and most greatest forces of nature to be placed on my right hand side at this present time, and lucky enough to be graced by my presence and comedic humour! Be more thankful! Gods help me.
Padfoot- OK, change of subject! Read any good fan fiction. Not me no sir-e! Change of subject - I'm hungry. Change of subject - I'm right-brained.
Prongs- Moony: When you've deflated your head, I'll talk/write to you.
Padfoot: No good fanfic lately, except At The Opera. "At that speed, I think mashed potatoes could leave scars". Hungry? Go check my bag, I might have food. Right-brained? I'm, both-handed, left-eyed and I don't know about my brain but I think it's working properly.
Moony- Prongs: You have to talk to me! Moony is always the voice of reason & truth and "everything that is good and green in this life"! LONG LIVE THE SHIRE!
Padfoot: Get a life and quit stating when you're going to change the subject. If you're hungry, have some sulfate of potassium. (A/N We were doing a science lab)
Padfoot-Way to wipe out the cheerful vibes! My life-long mission is complete. What was my life-long mission, you ask? Well *drum roll* Ba bum bum bum bum Ba Ba Ba Ba bum DUHHHH!!!! Would you like to know my little minions and puny pathetic, stupid . . . . people!
Prongs- Moony: You? Voice of reason and truth? Moony I was, but you, Moony II, are the voice of all those infected by rabid beavers and too much LOTR. And you still haven't deflated your head.
Padfoot: That was more than I ever wanted to know about your life. And you didn't even tell me anything, so that's saying something.
All/Both: Can we change names? Sam could be Padfoot (i.e. insane one to be largely ignored), Emily could be Prongs (just as insane, but not as bad a Padfoot) and I'll be the reasonable one (Moony) who will try and make sure you two don't go too insane.
Moony- No I love Moony too much to part with his beautiful name! But I guess you could be Remus and Em could be . . . Romulus!
Padfoot- Romulus? What the #?@! * beep * Where the hell did you get #?@!#??@| Romulus! Never!!! Vive le Padfoot!
Prongs- Calm! Breathe!
Padfoot- Sam, Moony: Shut the #@?!
Prongs- Calm! Breathe!
Padfoot- Aisling, Prongs or whatever: Where the #@?! Did Romulus come from?! I refuse!
Prongs- Calm! Breathe! OK, I'll just stay Prongs then. Romulus and Remus were raised by wolves and founded Rome.
Moony- "Why the !@#^ would I need a gun rack if I don't have a gun, let alone guns?! We broke up two months ago!! Are you mental?!? (A/N This came from an episode of the Simpsons. Moony is fond of quoting it)
Spanish Class
(Note that only Padfoot and Prongs take Spanish. Moony, for some unfathomable reason, takes German. Though Padfoot and Prongs do daily question their choice to take Spanish. But anyway.)
Padfoot- BEWARE, INSOMNIACS WILL TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!
Prongs- I get to rule the world? I knew there had to be one good thing about insomnia. Other than lots of uninterrupted time to set up practical jokes. And lots of time on the computer.
Padfoot- Ummm, what?
Prongs- I AM AN INSOMNIAC! I WILL RULE THE WORLD!! (While everyone else is asleep)
Padfoot- Right . . . tell me something I don't know!
Prongs- You . . you . . . agree with me? HELL FROZE OVER!! (Again)
Padfoot- Now, did I even say I agree with you? I said and I quote "right . . ." and Prongs, can't you read sarcasm. "Right". It's dripping in sarcasm.
Prongs- Now, that hurt. Cut me deep, Shrek, cut me real deep.
Padfoot- Get some goz and bandages and if you die, I'll put flowers on your grave.
Prongs- It's spelt gauze. And I will be cremated. So put the flowers on Douglas Adams's grave. (A/N Author of Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy. Excellent and hilarious book. If you haven't read it, go read it. If you have, go read it again. To read it is to love it)
Padfoot- But he still lives in my heart.
Prongs- And mind. * Shudders * Poor man.
Padfoot- What mind? Ha! Burnt!
Prongs- No, not burnt. Non-existent. Fluid.
Science Class (continuing the above excuse for a conversation, with Moony participating
Padfoot- Whoa, what a mind trip. You take things too seriously (nobody say it!)
Prongs- Say what?
Padfoot- Don't make me say it!
Moony- Sirius is being serious! Hah! I said it!
Prongs- Oh, that. I would need to reduce my sense of humour about 20 notches to think of that. You people are sad.
Padfoot- I like to think of it as a "broad" sense of humour.
Prongs- No, a low sense of humour.
Padfoot- (Insert a very bad drawing of a paw by Padfoot to try and lead the conversation away from her humorous short-comings) Dude, look! A paw!
Prongs- Dude, look! An idiot/eejit who can't come to terms with their own lack of humour.
Padfoot-Low blow!
Prongs- Nope. Totally fair.
Moony- Who actually says "dude" anymore? I mean, besides Mr. Hesse o' course. (A/N I know anyone who is crazy enough to actually read this must be getting tired of all these Author's Notes, but Mr. Hesse is the U-14 soccer coach. Says "dude" a lot, and is totally prejudiced against the female half of the world and Canadians. Evil American . . .)
Prongs- Umm, Padfoot?
Padfoot-So he was like "pleat!" and I was like "totally" and then like "skulat" and he was like, like, like "housefire" and then I left 'cause he was freakin' me out. Who says "pleat" anymore and he thinks there's a chocolate valley on the roof. And that's why he's called the philosophy .. . Whoa, wrong story
OK, it might be a good idea to end the first chapter there. Any reader whose cognitive functions are still working, go eat some ice cream immediately. Eating ice cream releases endorphins, a chemical which makes you happier and more content. (Ask Moony rocks!) For all those who don't understand us (i.e. the world in general), it might help to read our bio.
Reviews would be nice, but we have enough self respect not to beg for them. Yet.
The management will not accept any responsibility for any injuries sustained as a result of reading this fanfics, be them mental or physical. Have a nice day.
Sam, being very uncreative and having just read a load of Harry Potter fanfics, decided to name us the Marauders, over looking the facts that a) we're female and b) there's only three of us. Then we decided to post the contents of the infamous red notebook on our beloved fanfiction.net, in the hope that some poor soul would be tricked into reading it. So, read on and don't worry, any mental illness you might contract will be temporary. Ish.
This was our very first entry in the Marauder Notebook. Sam is Moony, Aisling is Prongs and Emily is Padfoot. We were in Science class and doing a lab with some obscure chemical that none of us understood. By sheer dumb luck, we didn't blow anything up. We had to wear protective glasses, made complicated by the fact that all three of us wear normal glasses anyway. Prongs wouldn't stop complaining about them. Anyway, on to the ramblings of three strange minds . . .
Science Class
Moony: Couldn't we think of more original names?
Moony- Sorry Prongs, I'm feeling unoriginal today. Moony is moody today (no pun intended)
Padfoot-Yes well on to more important things. I'm hungry!
Prongs-Moony has no sense of humor or creativity and Padfoot is feeling hungry during a science lab. Why me?
Moony- Prongs: Are you mental? Of course we need our glasses! Why you? You act like it's a bad thing! Well it's not! You have been chosen by the biggest and most greatest forces of nature to be placed on my right hand side at this present time, and lucky enough to be graced by my presence and comedic humour! Be more thankful! Gods help me.
Padfoot- OK, change of subject! Read any good fan fiction. Not me no sir-e! Change of subject - I'm hungry. Change of subject - I'm right-brained.
Prongs- Moony: When you've deflated your head, I'll talk/write to you.
Padfoot: No good fanfic lately, except At The Opera. "At that speed, I think mashed potatoes could leave scars". Hungry? Go check my bag, I might have food. Right-brained? I'm, both-handed, left-eyed and I don't know about my brain but I think it's working properly.
Moony- Prongs: You have to talk to me! Moony is always the voice of reason & truth and "everything that is good and green in this life"! LONG LIVE THE SHIRE!
Padfoot: Get a life and quit stating when you're going to change the subject. If you're hungry, have some sulfate of potassium. (A/N We were doing a science lab)
Padfoot-Way to wipe out the cheerful vibes! My life-long mission is complete. What was my life-long mission, you ask? Well *drum roll* Ba bum bum bum bum Ba Ba Ba Ba bum DUHHHH!!!! Would you like to know my little minions and puny pathetic, stupid . . . . people!
Prongs- Moony: You? Voice of reason and truth? Moony I was, but you, Moony II, are the voice of all those infected by rabid beavers and too much LOTR. And you still haven't deflated your head.
Padfoot: That was more than I ever wanted to know about your life. And you didn't even tell me anything, so that's saying something.
All/Both: Can we change names? Sam could be Padfoot (i.e. insane one to be largely ignored), Emily could be Prongs (just as insane, but not as bad a Padfoot) and I'll be the reasonable one (Moony) who will try and make sure you two don't go too insane.
Moony- No I love Moony too much to part with his beautiful name! But I guess you could be Remus and Em could be . . . Romulus!
Padfoot- Romulus? What the #?@! * beep * Where the hell did you get #?@!#??@| Romulus! Never!!! Vive le Padfoot!
Prongs- Calm! Breathe!
Padfoot- Sam, Moony: Shut the #@?!
Prongs- Calm! Breathe!
Padfoot- Aisling, Prongs or whatever: Where the #@?! Did Romulus come from?! I refuse!
Prongs- Calm! Breathe! OK, I'll just stay Prongs then. Romulus and Remus were raised by wolves and founded Rome.
Moony- "Why the !@#^ would I need a gun rack if I don't have a gun, let alone guns?! We broke up two months ago!! Are you mental?!? (A/N This came from an episode of the Simpsons. Moony is fond of quoting it)
Spanish Class
(Note that only Padfoot and Prongs take Spanish. Moony, for some unfathomable reason, takes German. Though Padfoot and Prongs do daily question their choice to take Spanish. But anyway.)
Padfoot- BEWARE, INSOMNIACS WILL TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!
Prongs- I get to rule the world? I knew there had to be one good thing about insomnia. Other than lots of uninterrupted time to set up practical jokes. And lots of time on the computer.
Padfoot- Ummm, what?
Prongs- I AM AN INSOMNIAC! I WILL RULE THE WORLD!! (While everyone else is asleep)
Padfoot- Right . . . tell me something I don't know!
Prongs- You . . you . . . agree with me? HELL FROZE OVER!! (Again)
Padfoot- Now, did I even say I agree with you? I said and I quote "right . . ." and Prongs, can't you read sarcasm. "Right". It's dripping in sarcasm.
Prongs- Now, that hurt. Cut me deep, Shrek, cut me real deep.
Padfoot- Get some goz and bandages and if you die, I'll put flowers on your grave.
Prongs- It's spelt gauze. And I will be cremated. So put the flowers on Douglas Adams's grave. (A/N Author of Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy. Excellent and hilarious book. If you haven't read it, go read it. If you have, go read it again. To read it is to love it)
Padfoot- But he still lives in my heart.
Prongs- And mind. * Shudders * Poor man.
Padfoot- What mind? Ha! Burnt!
Prongs- No, not burnt. Non-existent. Fluid.
Science Class (continuing the above excuse for a conversation, with Moony participating
Padfoot- Whoa, what a mind trip. You take things too seriously (nobody say it!)
Prongs- Say what?
Padfoot- Don't make me say it!
Moony- Sirius is being serious! Hah! I said it!
Prongs- Oh, that. I would need to reduce my sense of humour about 20 notches to think of that. You people are sad.
Padfoot- I like to think of it as a "broad" sense of humour.
Prongs- No, a low sense of humour.
Padfoot- (Insert a very bad drawing of a paw by Padfoot to try and lead the conversation away from her humorous short-comings) Dude, look! A paw!
Prongs- Dude, look! An idiot/eejit who can't come to terms with their own lack of humour.
Padfoot-Low blow!
Prongs- Nope. Totally fair.
Moony- Who actually says "dude" anymore? I mean, besides Mr. Hesse o' course. (A/N I know anyone who is crazy enough to actually read this must be getting tired of all these Author's Notes, but Mr. Hesse is the U-14 soccer coach. Says "dude" a lot, and is totally prejudiced against the female half of the world and Canadians. Evil American . . .)
Prongs- Umm, Padfoot?
Padfoot-So he was like "pleat!" and I was like "totally" and then like "skulat" and he was like, like, like "housefire" and then I left 'cause he was freakin' me out. Who says "pleat" anymore and he thinks there's a chocolate valley on the roof. And that's why he's called the philosophy .. . Whoa, wrong story
OK, it might be a good idea to end the first chapter there. Any reader whose cognitive functions are still working, go eat some ice cream immediately. Eating ice cream releases endorphins, a chemical which makes you happier and more content. (Ask Moony rocks!) For all those who don't understand us (i.e. the world in general), it might help to read our bio.
Reviews would be nice, but we have enough self respect not to beg for them. Yet.
The management will not accept any responsibility for any injuries sustained as a result of reading this fanfics, be them mental or physical. Have a nice day.