Greetings from your uninspired sensei

Today I sat on a blue spinny chair in deep meditation for a long time hoping to begin the carousel like a firework show but my ideas were blander than baby formula. Guess that's what happens when the sky looks like a giant grey sheep.

I'm Harris. My name is not Beyonce. I'm not so tall, but in compensation I DO own a very sweet rubber bracelet shaped like a hippopotamus. I like coffee, owls, the sky and stars, instant noodles, reading and my nintendo DS. I'm a writer. No, I don't have any qualifications.

I hope you had a gleeful new year.
Can you believe it's 2011 already? I used to love the number eleven until the september I was in year six and did not receive my Hogwarts acceptance letter...in which followed several years of bitter mourning.
ANYWAY, like ten billion other people (ignoring for now the fact that there are apparently only six billion people on the planet) I find myself in that shocked bucket of thought, trying to desparately grasp the concept that it will never, ever be the year twenty ten ever again. Ever. It's almost sad; though I'm yayed at the thought of a fresh start! It smells good; like blank notebooks ready to be turned into skilful origami. Though I really have to stop writing '2010' whenever I date things.

This time, rather than make a bunch of new years' resolutions I'm bound not to keep, I've decided to create a to-do list. Beware foul monsters of boredom. You shall not pass this year!
Things to do before the deadly deadline of 11:59:59pm December 31st 2011:

December 31st

And it's that time of the year ago. And time to say goodbye to the irrelevant.
Next year I'll be busting my ramblings at http://www.thecoffeecarousel.blogspot.com/
Though this time around, I plan to be a blogger. One that actually blogs, and the new blog should be permanent and not an annual thing. So. Wish me luck?