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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. If it is not evening wherever you may be while reading this, and you are confused/insulted/baffled by those words, my advice is: GET A HOBBY!
Anyway, the passage that follows is one of my (damn, I mean Prongs') favourite passages in the Notebook. There is a part later on where Prongs seems to disappear and Moony and Padfoot quote a TV show for longer than is healthy. Then, Prongs returns from wherever she went (methinks it was playing a video on the computer of caesium exploding) Moony and Padfoot revert to their regular type of insanity, and we hear crickets chirping in the background. When Moony and Padfoot actually tell Prongs what the name of the TV show is, we'll let you know.
Now, on to the insanity and randomness!
Science Class
Padfoot- OK, I finally get to write! Rock on! *Insert drawing of hand doing the rock on sign* I couldn't write in Spanish class becasue the teacher kept picking on me and giving me the famous "I-just-killed-your-pathetic-excuse-for-a-cat" look and the "I-hate-crunchy-peanut-butter-with-pickles-you-pleat" look. Then in Social Studies (A/N Moony and Padfoot are in the same Social Studies class. Prongs is in another Social Studies class) the teacher was doing the same! Freaky, huh? . . . very freaky . . . I sense a mystery!
Prongs- I sense a disturbance in the Force . . .
Moony- I sense disturbed people . . .
Prongs- I can see dead people . . . They're coming to kill me! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to blow you up! it's just . . . the firweorks . . . they were so pretty . . . BURN, MY PRETTY, BURN!!!!!!!!!!!!
Padfoot- Yeah! Fireworks! I . . . need . . . fireworks! (A/N Does anyone else think that Padfoot sounds scarily like Prongs here?)
Prongs- Another pyromaniac!
Moony- Well, I'm a hydromaniac!
Prongs- What's dangerous about that? Other than being an extreme hazard in a swimming pool?
Padfoot- I'm a lightningomaniac . . . *frizz* . . . *zap*
Prongs- And I'm an insomniac and a kleptomaniac. can we move away from our (rather numerous) psychological problems? (A/N Just to point out, we actually DO have those psych. problems that we listed above. We weren't just making them up. Well, we're not sure about Padfoot's obsession with electricity/lightning. We're hoping it might just be a stage)
Moony- . . . .
Prongs- Are you brain-dead?
Padfoot- Is that a trick question?
Prongs- I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count.
Moony- . . . . beep . . . . .beep. . . . . . beep. (goldfish memory)
Prongs- Yup. Brain-dead.
Padfoot- Right . . . and a little weird.
Prongs- Can we actually have a real coversation?
Moony- I'm bored?
Prongs- Really? You don't seem bored.
Padfoot- A real conversation? What's that?
Prongs- I wish I knew.
Moony- I know! I know! Pick me! Pick me!
Prongs- *sigh* Yes, Moony?
Padfoot- Moony, you're such a know-it-all . . . and a smarty-pants!
Prongs- Uh-oh. Sibling rivalry. Better stay out of the way . . . (A/N If you don't understand this line, read our bio)
Padfoot- Yeah, back off pleat!
Science Class. 9th October, 2003.
Padfoot- Welcome!
Prongs- Yes. Welcome to madness . . . and the land normality forgot. . .
Moony- Or just plain "Welcome-to-the-land-of-Boredom"
Padfoot- Or "Welcome to the land of shut-up-this-land-thing-is-getting-annoying"
Prongs- Sorry to interrupt your extended "Welcome to the land of . . ." metaphor, but DO THE BLOODY WORKSHEET YOURSELVES! (A/N We're in Science class, so we actually have to do work. Work! Of all the possible wastes of time, the teachers had to pick the least flammable! Well, technically work IS flammable, but Prongs learned in Grade One that torching your schoolwork is a big no-no)
Padfoot- Whoa, myself? But, but, but that's forsaken! You will be going against the emperor's wishes! Dare disturb Hiroshima?! (A/N Don't ask "What the hell?!" becasue quite frankly, we don't have a clue in hell what she's going on about either)
Moony- "I asked him if he had any ice and that lead to this whole other thing. He certainly didn't need to bring my mother into it. It's alright, though. I got one of the frosty bastard's eyes!" (A/N Quote from "Pensive" by Oi Angelina. Sirius got into a fight with a snowman)
Prongs- Padfoot: To hell with the emperor! what bloody emperor anyway?
Moony- Prongs: Fine, I could do the worksheet by myself . . . I guess.
Padfoot- Wier de beans wiedy ack I mean wier de beans!
Prongs- Please return to whatever reality it is that we live in. we need to "work" on caesium. Meaning I read fanfics and watch that video of caesium blowing up *zones out for a moment*, while Padfoot reads moviemistakes.com and Moony does the actual work.
Padfoot- I'm in!
Moony- FINE! *Stalks off mentally, angry, thunder roars in fury*
Prongs- Since you won't stalk off physically (you'd lose your source of Science answers- i.e. ME!!!) that *cough* dramatic "exit" will have to do
Moony- *blink* *twitch* *blink*
Padfoot- *twitch* Do you know John? *One-eyed blink* John has sugar *insane laughter*
Prongs- NO! FOR THE LAST TIME I DO NOT KNOW JOHN STAMOS!
Moony- Padfoot: You copied my blinking twitching thing! Prongs: I don't think she was referring to John Stamos. . . .*blink, twitch, blink* *insert copyrighted sign*
Padfoot- Pickles are neat *insert copyrighted sign*
And so we'll finish for tonight with that bit of legal sparring on the sunject of "Who owns the blinking twitching thing?". If any readers are wondering why there are lots of good evenings and good nights in the intros and conclusions, it's because Prongs, who is charged with typing and uploading the contents of the Notebook, tends to work either at some unearthly hour in the morning that can only be considered late evening, or extremely late at night. Hey, she's an insomniac, can you blame her?
Anyway, expect another update soon, as it's the Christmas holidays and we are all unhealthily unsocial, so there's nothing better to do. Farewell, my freaky darlings.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. If it is not evening wherever you may be while reading this, and you are confused/insulted/baffled by those words, my advice is: GET A HOBBY!
Anyway, the passage that follows is one of my (damn, I mean Prongs') favourite passages in the Notebook. There is a part later on where Prongs seems to disappear and Moony and Padfoot quote a TV show for longer than is healthy. Then, Prongs returns from wherever she went (methinks it was playing a video on the computer of caesium exploding) Moony and Padfoot revert to their regular type of insanity, and we hear crickets chirping in the background. When Moony and Padfoot actually tell Prongs what the name of the TV show is, we'll let you know.
Now, on to the insanity and randomness!
Science Class
Padfoot- OK, I finally get to write! Rock on! *Insert drawing of hand doing the rock on sign* I couldn't write in Spanish class becasue the teacher kept picking on me and giving me the famous "I-just-killed-your-pathetic-excuse-for-a-cat" look and the "I-hate-crunchy-peanut-butter-with-pickles-you-pleat" look. Then in Social Studies (A/N Moony and Padfoot are in the same Social Studies class. Prongs is in another Social Studies class) the teacher was doing the same! Freaky, huh? . . . very freaky . . . I sense a mystery!
Prongs- I sense a disturbance in the Force . . .
Moony- I sense disturbed people . . .
Prongs- I can see dead people . . . They're coming to kill me! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to blow you up! it's just . . . the firweorks . . . they were so pretty . . . BURN, MY PRETTY, BURN!!!!!!!!!!!!
Padfoot- Yeah! Fireworks! I . . . need . . . fireworks! (A/N Does anyone else think that Padfoot sounds scarily like Prongs here?)
Prongs- Another pyromaniac!
Moony- Well, I'm a hydromaniac!
Prongs- What's dangerous about that? Other than being an extreme hazard in a swimming pool?
Padfoot- I'm a lightningomaniac . . . *frizz* . . . *zap*
Prongs- And I'm an insomniac and a kleptomaniac. can we move away from our (rather numerous) psychological problems? (A/N Just to point out, we actually DO have those psych. problems that we listed above. We weren't just making them up. Well, we're not sure about Padfoot's obsession with electricity/lightning. We're hoping it might just be a stage)
Moony- . . . .
Prongs- Are you brain-dead?
Padfoot- Is that a trick question?
Prongs- I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count.
Moony- . . . . beep . . . . .beep. . . . . . beep. (goldfish memory)
Prongs- Yup. Brain-dead.
Padfoot- Right . . . and a little weird.
Prongs- Can we actually have a real coversation?
Moony- I'm bored?
Prongs- Really? You don't seem bored.
Padfoot- A real conversation? What's that?
Prongs- I wish I knew.
Moony- I know! I know! Pick me! Pick me!
Prongs- *sigh* Yes, Moony?
Padfoot- Moony, you're such a know-it-all . . . and a smarty-pants!
Prongs- Uh-oh. Sibling rivalry. Better stay out of the way . . . (A/N If you don't understand this line, read our bio)
Padfoot- Yeah, back off pleat!
Science Class. 9th October, 2003.
Padfoot- Welcome!
Prongs- Yes. Welcome to madness . . . and the land normality forgot. . .
Moony- Or just plain "Welcome-to-the-land-of-Boredom"
Padfoot- Or "Welcome to the land of shut-up-this-land-thing-is-getting-annoying"
Prongs- Sorry to interrupt your extended "Welcome to the land of . . ." metaphor, but DO THE BLOODY WORKSHEET YOURSELVES! (A/N We're in Science class, so we actually have to do work. Work! Of all the possible wastes of time, the teachers had to pick the least flammable! Well, technically work IS flammable, but Prongs learned in Grade One that torching your schoolwork is a big no-no)
Padfoot- Whoa, myself? But, but, but that's forsaken! You will be going against the emperor's wishes! Dare disturb Hiroshima?! (A/N Don't ask "What the hell?!" becasue quite frankly, we don't have a clue in hell what she's going on about either)
Moony- "I asked him if he had any ice and that lead to this whole other thing. He certainly didn't need to bring my mother into it. It's alright, though. I got one of the frosty bastard's eyes!" (A/N Quote from "Pensive" by Oi Angelina. Sirius got into a fight with a snowman)
Prongs- Padfoot: To hell with the emperor! what bloody emperor anyway?
Moony- Prongs: Fine, I could do the worksheet by myself . . . I guess.
Padfoot- Wier de beans wiedy ack I mean wier de beans!
Prongs- Please return to whatever reality it is that we live in. we need to "work" on caesium. Meaning I read fanfics and watch that video of caesium blowing up *zones out for a moment*, while Padfoot reads moviemistakes.com and Moony does the actual work.
Padfoot- I'm in!
Moony- FINE! *Stalks off mentally, angry, thunder roars in fury*
Prongs- Since you won't stalk off physically (you'd lose your source of Science answers- i.e. ME!!!) that *cough* dramatic "exit" will have to do
Moony- *blink* *twitch* *blink*
Padfoot- *twitch* Do you know John? *One-eyed blink* John has sugar *insane laughter*
Prongs- NO! FOR THE LAST TIME I DO NOT KNOW JOHN STAMOS!
Moony- Padfoot: You copied my blinking twitching thing! Prongs: I don't think she was referring to John Stamos. . . .*blink, twitch, blink* *insert copyrighted sign*
Padfoot- Pickles are neat *insert copyrighted sign*
And so we'll finish for tonight with that bit of legal sparring on the sunject of "Who owns the blinking twitching thing?". If any readers are wondering why there are lots of good evenings and good nights in the intros and conclusions, it's because Prongs, who is charged with typing and uploading the contents of the Notebook, tends to work either at some unearthly hour in the morning that can only be considered late evening, or extremely late at night. Hey, she's an insomniac, can you blame her?
Anyway, expect another update soon, as it's the Christmas holidays and we are all unhealthily unsocial, so there's nothing better to do. Farewell, my freaky darlings.