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
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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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