Some girls

Some girls....
Spend all night talking about boys.
Oh wait, we did that.
Well. Some girls....They watch bad television until dawn.
Well. SOME GIRLS play with makeup all night.

HAH. We didn't do that.
(Except...Now I wish we had.)
Anyway. Maggie and I had a lovely sleep over last night. A Sleepover of Awesome. Why?
Because I totally made her talk about books until six in the morning.
And because we watched six hours worth of Sailor Moon.
And because she discussed, at length, with me about the evils of High Pitched Sailor Moon voice and Annoying Tuxedo Mask who Doesn't Know He Loves Serena Yet.

And then it came down to our own stuff.
You know how we ramble about that story we're writing? No?
Oh. Ahem. Well, we're writing a story together. And we have been kind of stuck.
And so...THE AWESOMETASTICAL PRETTY OUTLINE was born.

We were so professional. Seriously, so mature. I mean, you wouldn’t even BELIEVE just how mature this outline is. I mean, we even got into character development.

-nods sagely-

Two hours of deep, deep development. Example:

Me: Maybe then, they could kill that one dude, you know, the one with--

Maggie: But I like him.

Me: But I want to kill someone.

Maggie: Let’s kill that one chick. You know, with the hair.

Me: …Eh. Sure. –scribbles down ‘Chick with the hair is going down.’

This was one of the deeper conversations, of course, but all was rather intelligent.

And then we talked a little more about Sailor Moon.

And then George Washington decided he wanted to be a Sailor Scout. Oh, and our Ipods and Phones of awesome kind of joined in.

Do you see our dear First President Extraordinaire?

He’s off in the corner. By Sailor Moon’s head, and the purple Ipod. Yes. He does now have red hair. He transforms into a Sailor too.

I’m off to go stalk authors on Twitter.

Ahem. I meant, off to go fine tune the fantastical pretty outline.