I'm a fanfiction writer on the internet mostly, although this is my personal journal, and therefore has much more about my life and such than about my fanfiction. If you are looking for my stories, I suggest you check out my writing journal, deraliaearth
Sis: So we finished reading Number the Stars. Me: Oh, I loved that book! ~much dumping of family history commences, which bores Sis to death~ Sis: Oh you would have laughed during class when we were discussing it? Me: Oh, what'd you do. Sis: Well we had to cast different people in different roles. Me: And Sis: And we cast, like, Lady Gaga and Beyonce and Justin Bieber... Me: Uh. Sis: And then we had to act it out- Me: Wait. So you acted like Lady Gaga acting like a Nazi officer. Sis: No, that was a guy. I was Beyonce. Me:... WHAT?!?! Sis: We made a lobster hat for him. It was really cool. Me: WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT! Sis: I was wearing pants with pockets all over, a sequin shirt, and zipper shoes. And my hat had sequins too. Oh, and a military jacket because I was a Nazi too. Me: WHAT?!?!?! Sis: Lady Gaga and I were the main Nazis. Me: ...I don't even. *sits down a tthe computer to type this out because it is obviously something that needs to be preserved for posterity* Sis: And Jay-Z was the uncle, Katy Perry was the mom, Justin Bieber was the dad, Miranda Cosgrove and Salena Gomez were the two girls, Pink was their sister. Me: WHAT IS WHAT Sis: The third graders were laughing. Me: You performed this for third graders? Sis: They enjoyed it. Me: WHAT WERE THEY SMOKING? Sis: They were laughing. Me: NOT THE THIRD GRADERS THE PEOPLE WHO CAME UP WITH THIS IDEA. Sis: I'll point them out to you. They were the Jonas Brothers. And Nazis. Me: So, it was you, the Jonas Brothers, and Lady Gaga. As Nazis. And Lady Gaga guy had a lobster on his head. Sis: A~ made it out of paper. IT WAS TOTALLY AWESOME. Me: Did you get a button? 'I went to the Twilight Zone and it was really strange'?
I. This happened? Or I had a very vivid auditory hallucination and have been disturbing the floor with my yelling for no good reason.
I mean, now the fact that she found the whole 'shot in the leg escaping from Nazi concentration camp in Amesrfoort' story boring make sense. After that, everything is boring, my pants are on fire and Cthulhu is the sanest squid around.But there's a part of me that's in the corner wailing "WHY?" forever now.