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?

On the WING

THE ADVENTURE BEGINS NOW (CLICK)

YO

*soothing female train-destination-announcer voice that I so wish I had*
And to reassure those of you who may or may not have had several startling thoughts about whether or not I, the artful blogger (that's 'BLOG-ger' with an L, not the artful booger - don't get any ideas, unhygienic children) have ill-advisedly stuck my chopsticks into the toaster and died of electrocution sims-2-style what with the whole skeleton lighting up thing and such. Not that that (double 'that's intentional) would be likely, anyway. Wood is a poor conductor. Which really goes to show exactly how much *busy busy* study I have been up to these last few days, despite the fact that physics is a thing of the past because
I'M FINISHED YEAR TEN, AND I'M GOING TO FRANCE, BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah, I actually really hate using 'baby' unless referring to an infant, but ah well. Exceptions, exceptions.
Anyway, thought you'd like to know that I'll be blogging regularly. Or I plan to at least. Let's pretend that we don't know what that means o.o
ps. I got an ultra cool ninja watch today.
pps. HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS IS:
amazing
spellbinding
wonderful
faithful
awesome
epic
incredible
enchanting
it's sheer brilliance. everyone. go. see. it. now!

Speed

If there's something I really hate, it's the flashing cursor bar on a blank plage. Yeah, it's pretty horrible which is why I'm currently typing ultra fast as not to have the silly flashing cursor bar flash its flashiness at me intimidatingly - if that's a word - and pardon my spelling mistakes because I'll just fix them later. Yeah, so in order to fast type-itly beat the flashing cursor bar, I gotta type pretty fast which means I'm basically just spewing out whatever I happen to be thinking of that seems semi normal at least. hohohohoohhehehehehehhahahahahahahhahahahahhahaha.....yeah that's easy to type all you've got to do is smash the h and a keys repeatedly.... he he he he
I'm not hysterical. I'm just typing fast, there's a difference.
so so so I can't stop......otherwise that cursed flashing line will come up again...............SOOOOOOOOO here's what I've been up to, or whatever and stuff that such is somthing that I wish tot alk about....ow I just poked my finger inbetween the key space thing.................................
okay. those full stops were just an excuse to think somethingup, because when the flashing cursor thing comes back it's beaten me and I WILL NOT SUCCUMB TO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This morning I drank coffee....num num num it tasted gooood
...
I just sneezed. The cursor bar flashed.
What a fail :(

Sometimes short messages are the most effective

A few words for tumblr:

YOU WILL NEVER TAKE ME ALIIIIIIIIIVE!!!!!!!!!!!

Hoot

Oh, wow. After waiting for AGES, I finally went and saw Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole yesterday
...and it has got to be one of the BEST movies I have ever seen!
I'd actually expected something more happy-happy, but it had its fair share action, what with the bird-like weaponry and owls fighting wars and such.
With an inspiringly epic storyline, humour, wonderful characters and beautiful animation, it's a ten/ten from me. Go, fly to the cinemas and go see for yourself!
Yeah, I know I might be biased since I've always had an extreme fondness for owls and recently Owl City too, but really.  This movie's absolutely incredible.

Broadcast One Trailer

So what do we get up to on the holidays?
Absolutely no good at all.

Started February 2010 and finished on April 16th 2010, this broadcast is Universal Yeti's first (completed) project. Thoroughly pointless and irrelevant to anything in particular, I'm not sure if I want to disclose the entire broadcast (filled with funny and somewhat embarassing content), however here is the trailer for your enjoyment :)
The universe's most skilled news reporting team come together for an evening of action packed news. Including top stories - Thelma the Third the devious bandit, the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows trailer, what mobile phones really do to children's brains and the discovery of a rare alien species.
Harris and Bob-ette at the news desk, with Emm on living reporting. Featuring Sexy Peas with the sports update and AC Pony with the weather forecast.
This was made with an ordinary digital camera, but I think you'd be pleased to know that we've secured an actual video camera since then.

Music belongs to Sky News
All Harry Potter characters and music and story belong to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers
Music at the end belongs to Boys Before Flowers OST
No copyrite infringments intended.

How to vanquish procrastination

1. Get yourself the biggest sized piece of paper possible. Canvas or cardboard is preferable and more permanent, but seeing as we all don't have access to art sheds, paper will do.

2. Write PROCRASTINATAURUS REX or PROCRASTINATRON on top of the page in HUGE BLOCK LETTERS. Grafiti-style, if you can do it. It makes it look more edgy and irritating.

3. Underneath the title, get creative and draw yourself the biggest, ugliest, most hideously deformed and scary monster you can possible imagine.

4. Stick it somewhere you can always see it from where you study. The wall next to your desk, for example.

Now, the fun begins. For every five minutes you give in to distraction/procrastination you add another ugly feature to the monster. A wart, another eye, another wing. For every five minutes you defeat procrastination, you draw a nice sword sticking out of him. Keep this game up until either
a) While adding extra features onto the monster for every time you give in to procrastination, the thing becomes so huge it literally runs off the page and terrorizes your room. And you lose.
b) It's got enough (say...40? he he) little swords sticking out of it to kill it. This means you have defeated Mr Procrastination monster (for the time being) and you can now rip the hideous eyesore from your wall.

Blueback Spider

Hmm. It just occured to me that my oldest blog entry was about the very first time I tampered with the art of hair colourants. Less of a vanity thing and more of a boredom versus change thing. Mahogany and dark brown with copper highlights, if I recall correctly. A year and a half is really not a long time ago, but it's a long enough time span for a girl's hair to get chopped, sizzled and burned, as my brother would say. And what he means by that is that said hair has undergone vigorous haircuts, being slathered with bleaching agents and lit on fire (that last one was an accident). Though, last time it actually turned out alright.
This time, the colour of choice is blue black. For all of the mundanely unobservant people out there, no you probably won't be able to tell the difference between black and blue black. But, ah. For those who never noticed, my hair is actually brown black. A wussy black, you can say. I would like a strong, blueish tinge super cool jet black, please. And fries and coke too, while you're at it.
Well, here I am now again. It feels so deja vu-ey just sitting here with a patch of oddly coloured skin on the inside of my elbow (you know that crook in you arm when your skin feels all soft and nice?). Yeah, I decided to do the allergy test. You know, just in case I don't and then my whole face swells up and pops and I explode. I'm not really sure what's supposed to happen, though. All I know is that when I put the stuff on, it was yellow and now it's blacky bluey purple. Like I've just had the world's most unsuccessful blood test.
I take it that if my arm falls off, that's a sure sign of a bad reaction. It probably doesn't help that I'm listening to Lenka's trouble is a friend ("Trouble, he will find you no matter where you go, Oh Oh").
Hmmmm.
Maaaaah.
It's become somewhat of a tradition now to blog about hair dyeing, I suppose. There really is nothing better to do when you're sitting around unable to get anything on your arm and you smell like toilet bleach.
Yes, well. Shall tell how it goes.