Friday 30 May 2008
Thursday 29 May 2008
10 Most Funniest Inside Jokes EVER!!!
HeeHee. So yeah, some of you won't get these but thats because they're INSIDE jokes. Wickered ones. Please add some more, as i only got up to Six. Post a comment on the... comment place.
- *Claps hands and goes "sshh-loo-p, sshh-loo-p!"*
- *Wiggles little finger*
- "New Recipe..."
- "Oo-nar-gay"!
- "Mushrooms!"
- "Volcano Rock Crunchies..."
- Robot MonkeY High Five!
- Knee High Five!
- ?
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The 10 Most Woderfullest Things Of The Month
In No Particular Order:
- My Friends!
- The Learning Zone!
- Twelfth Night!
- Fuzzbox!
- Olla De Cenchros Falsas Falsa Falsum!
- Giant Chocolate Buttons!
- Fraiser!
- My Notebook!
- My Pentel Ener Gel Black Pen!
- Mint Tea!
50 Proofs That God Is Imaginary
This is just the best website! http://www.godisimaginary.com/index.htm
Please take a look! Especially God-believers.
Harriet x x x x x x x x x x
Please take a look! Especially God-believers.
Harriet x x x x x x x x x x
Monday 19 May 2008
The (Not) Finer Things In Life. (OR: Complaints.)
Dearest Reader, Listener, Follower, Friend, Penpal, Stranger Or A Horrified Myself,
I have come onto my blog to complain and explain. After Twelfth Night filming (we were filming my least favourite scene. EVER.) I came back home. I opened all the cupboards but there was nothing to eat. I mean nothing. Well. Not NOTHING, just nothing nice. You know...sweet. Sugary. Not a biscuit or a bar of chocolate in sight. So I went down the shop and bought a big bag of Giant Chocolate Buttons. I ate the whole packet. I waited for my long waited sugar rush. It never came. Instead, I only got sugar crush, which as I'm sure you know, is not nearly as fun. Mum asked me to take the dog out and I started crying. I don't know why. I just did. Mum said "Why are you crying?" But I couldn't stop. Instead of taking the dog out I went and lay in my bed. And waited. And Waited. No one came and dragged me out of bed in my quilts while I sobbed loudly like I had hoped. So I dragged myself out of bed while I sobbed loudly. Mum said "Oh, there you are, Harriet. Take the dog out then." "NO!" I said. SAID. I didn't shout. But mum made a nasty comment about my hormones. You know... "Now I know you've got a PMS disaster Harriet, (why else would you have scoffed a 99p bag of chocolate buttons?) But it doesn't give you an excuse to be rude. Now, if you take the dog out NOW, then I'll let you get away with your horrid attitude. If not, then you will have an extream punishment." Well. Somthing like that. Maybe not extream. But it was as good as. Sort of. But you know it was what she was THINKING.
my eyes are stinging so much. It's like they're burning...
Thank god for blogger. It gives me a chance to display my feelings to the whole world. And then think "Oh, hell, WHY did I put that???????"
But never mind. it is far better than a diary, which takes years to write in, if I want it to be readable. Or legible. Right word? Spelling? Whatever.
Goodbye. Hopefully the next post will be a little jollier, as I will have started my period. Hopefully.
Harriet
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I have come onto my blog to complain and explain. After Twelfth Night filming (we were filming my least favourite scene. EVER.) I came back home. I opened all the cupboards but there was nothing to eat. I mean nothing. Well. Not NOTHING, just nothing nice. You know...sweet. Sugary. Not a biscuit or a bar of chocolate in sight. So I went down the shop and bought a big bag of Giant Chocolate Buttons. I ate the whole packet. I waited for my long waited sugar rush. It never came. Instead, I only got sugar crush, which as I'm sure you know, is not nearly as fun. Mum asked me to take the dog out and I started crying. I don't know why. I just did. Mum said "Why are you crying?" But I couldn't stop. Instead of taking the dog out I went and lay in my bed. And waited. And Waited. No one came and dragged me out of bed in my quilts while I sobbed loudly like I had hoped. So I dragged myself out of bed while I sobbed loudly. Mum said "Oh, there you are, Harriet. Take the dog out then." "NO!" I said. SAID. I didn't shout. But mum made a nasty comment about my hormones. You know... "Now I know you've got a PMS disaster Harriet, (why else would you have scoffed a 99p bag of chocolate buttons?) But it doesn't give you an excuse to be rude. Now, if you take the dog out NOW, then I'll let you get away with your horrid attitude. If not, then you will have an extream punishment." Well. Somthing like that. Maybe not extream. But it was as good as. Sort of. But you know it was what she was THINKING.
my eyes are stinging so much. It's like they're burning...
Thank god for blogger. It gives me a chance to display my feelings to the whole world. And then think "Oh, hell, WHY did I put that???????"
But never mind. it is far better than a diary, which takes years to write in, if I want it to be readable. Or legible. Right word? Spelling? Whatever.
Goodbye. Hopefully the next post will be a little jollier, as I will have started my period. Hopefully.
Harriet
x x x x x
Sunday 11 May 2008
IQ Tests
Hello! (Again!)
I currantly have a slight obsession with IQ tests. My highest IQ score being 123, my lowest being 108. I'll put up an IQ test so you can test yourself and see what your IQ is!
Hold on...
http://uk.tickle.com/test/iq/intro.html
Go on that and do the IQ test. Then comment to tell me what it was!
Harriet xxx
I currantly have a slight obsession with IQ tests. My highest IQ score being 123, my lowest being 108. I'll put up an IQ test so you can test yourself and see what your IQ is!
Hold on...
http://uk.tickle.com/test/iq/intro.html
Go on that and do the IQ test. Then comment to tell me what it was!
Harriet xxx
To Bloggers:
How do you edit things? Because i've just realised I cannot read my "summer, suncream and slightly suspicious snails" post. Its too small, and I don't know how to change it!
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Good Life Guidelines
- Live every day as your last because it might be
- Tell everyone how special they are to you now, there might come a day when you can't
- Do the things you want to do, before its too late
- Expect the worst and you wont be disapointed
- Spend your life doing- not wishing
- Kiss. Thats "Keep It Simple Stupid", because remember:
- Simplicity is the spice of life
Harriet x x x
Summer, Suncream and Slightly Suspicious Snails...
Yes, It is me, and i haven't forgotten the existance of my blog. Really. Well, I just thought I'd put on here the fact that my hair has three days worth of greese in it, and my underarms have two days worth of sweat. This is not like me. I am in a foul mood. I have been for the whole day. I am not hormonal. This is not like me either. I mean the fould mood thing, not not being hormonal.
*cough* Anyway... The fact that I am horrificly dirty, mixed with the fact that I have the new Princess Diaries book on my bed right this minute, and I have been waiting for it for two and a half weeks, but I havn't got past page fifty, forces me to come to the sad conclusion that somthing must be wrong. But what? Well, I'll give you a clue.
It's summer. Thats right. SUMMER. Horrible, horrific, hideous, hot summer. I woke up this morning and I was in my nice fleese PJs. But I was wet. No, I had not wet the bed. The wet was sweat. I was drenched in the stuff. Well. Almost. Next thing I know I'm sneezing all over the place and my throat swells up. My eyes itch and water. Hayfever. So I change into my little black dress and free my legs of my damp PJs. Dad says "theres a book come in for you at the Library." So I put suncream on my face and go to the Library.
DISASTER STRIKES!!! My face begins to burn. No, I had not set fire to my flesh. It was the damn suncream. I was having an allergic reaction. When I got home mum said "Wash it off." And so I tried to. when I said to mum "My face still burns." She thinks it's the right time to tell me its waterproof. Thats right. I cannot wash it off my face. Because it is waterproof. That is three reasons so far for me to HATE summer.
I'm hot and sticky with my own sweat.
I am snotty and sticky with my own snot and eye goo from hayfever.
And I am allergic to suncream, which I would not have to wear if it wasn't for summer.
Oh, and a snail is stuck to our wall next to our front door. It wont come off. Its as if its waiting to come in and spread slime all over my face. And there was another one, but Billy accidently stepped on it.
I need a miracal. Seriously. I need to see My Friends!!! (Unless of course i cannot see you, because you are my penpal, in which case, I should write to you, as, yes, I am being the mostest terriblest penfriend ever at the moment, SORRY. =[ Friends, though, i need to see asap!)
I am going to write a list of Good Life Guidelines.
Now, infact. In my next post.
HaHaHarriet xxxxx
OR
Viola x x x x x
*cough* Anyway... The fact that I am horrificly dirty, mixed with the fact that I have the new Princess Diaries book on my bed right this minute, and I have been waiting for it for two and a half weeks, but I havn't got past page fifty, forces me to come to the sad conclusion that somthing must be wrong. But what? Well, I'll give you a clue.
It's summer. Thats right. SUMMER. Horrible, horrific, hideous, hot summer. I woke up this morning and I was in my nice fleese PJs. But I was wet. No, I had not wet the bed. The wet was sweat. I was drenched in the stuff. Well. Almost. Next thing I know I'm sneezing all over the place and my throat swells up. My eyes itch and water. Hayfever. So I change into my little black dress and free my legs of my damp PJs. Dad says "theres a book come in for you at the Library." So I put suncream on my face and go to the Library.
DISASTER STRIKES!!! My face begins to burn. No, I had not set fire to my flesh. It was the damn suncream. I was having an allergic reaction. When I got home mum said "Wash it off." And so I tried to. when I said to mum "My face still burns." She thinks it's the right time to tell me its waterproof. Thats right. I cannot wash it off my face. Because it is waterproof. That is three reasons so far for me to HATE summer.
I'm hot and sticky with my own sweat.
I am snotty and sticky with my own snot and eye goo from hayfever.
And I am allergic to suncream, which I would not have to wear if it wasn't for summer.
Oh, and a snail is stuck to our wall next to our front door. It wont come off. Its as if its waiting to come in and spread slime all over my face. And there was another one, but Billy accidently stepped on it.
I need a miracal. Seriously. I need to see My Friends!!! (Unless of course i cannot see you, because you are my penpal, in which case, I should write to you, as, yes, I am being the mostest terriblest penfriend ever at the moment, SORRY. =[ Friends, though, i need to see asap!)
I am going to write a list of Good Life Guidelines.
Now, infact. In my next post.
HaHaHarriet xxxxx
OR
Viola x x x x x
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