Spring Cleaning

You'd think that being the child of a dad who throws nothing out and a mum who throws everything out, I would've inherited some nice, neutral balance of the spring-cleaning gene.

Of course not...

"Keep it!" Whispers the treasure-hoarder. "You never know when you might need those baby...teeth."

"Begone! Burn it all! One T-shirt could easily get you through the week anyway!" Shrieks my rutheless side.

You see the dilemma. There is no winning against the violent internal struggle that arises over whether or not to evict that squashed Fanta can. This is why my room always ends up looking like an asteroid collision. (The picture's not really my room. The real deal is much, much worse. I've decided to spare my family any photographic evidence in case they experience trauma from having to live under the same roof).

I guess I could try sticking everything in its place with super glue (which would also come in really handy during an earthquake) but that'd make getting the clothes off the hangers somewhat complicated.

What I need... is THIS!      

This super cool automatic-cleaning bike machine cool thing. Complete with a LIGHT BULB!

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Heh. When viewed on an anticlockwise rotation, it looks like some kind of projector:

...Fancy that.

Blogging oblivion

I have been sitting in the deserts of Blogging Oblivion.

Just like this guy here, only I'm not a man and wouldn't have the guts to sit in the piping hot desert wearing a tux. Brave soul. How philisophical one must be in order to take photos of themselves in the thinking pose of all thinking poses. Probably pondering whether he could sell that chair on eBay for a bottle of water.
Anyway, you can only sit in the desert of blogging oblivion for so long before your butt starts to stick to the chair and you start to sweat so much that you eventually become an entire drowning ocean of imploded perspiration.
It's not a feeling one wants to experience.

Well, what I wanted to say was that I'm back.
Hi.

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.