Have I over stepped a limit?

blogs, dear sweet blogs, they are (maybe I'm not always honest) the biggest insight into someone's soul, in time I will undoubtedly scribble everything I think into this little box - but lets give it time. Anyhoo I've read the celebrities ones they sprawl across The Mail, the accounts by Ms. Peaches Geldof of how her friends logged on and found out what she really thought of them (yes sad as I am I LURRV her ELLE column) and sadly, I've read the Blog of someone I know. This I honestly feel was a step too far. I mean who really cares what Anne Widdicum writes in hers, but as soon as you can identify with the situation the blogger is in, and especially the people they are writing about it becomes a whole new read. Though each and every day, riddled with guilt I merrily log on and read the most personnel insights on my friend. This, I know is awful. Especially when, in passing conversations I can add in things I've read - all without the other person knowing. But the creepiest thing, other people write comments on this blog! I realize that there is a comment box on almost every blog site, my blog has a comment box too. But write a comment!! Oh dear gawd I shudder at the thought of someone reading my blog, even though I don't quite add in all my personal details.
Hmm morality isn't really something I'm great at, sure I'll say no to the odd cigarette, and of course I can chant with the rest of the class that's "drugs are wrong" every time they drag in the old bill to teach us how to be good citizens. But should I actually tell my friend that I have been reading her blog!????? hmmm NO
My moral fibers aren't stiched that deep
Harriet x

Friday 26th

Sometimes I wonder if everything I work for will eventually mean nothing. What really is the point if it'll only end in tears. Since James Spooner everything seems really pointless, grrr I want to drag myself out of thie little rut, because there was a time when I got EVERYTHING I worked for, everything. ANd after yesterdays little episode, and generally the whole time I've been back from Spain things are looking up. Guess I'll just have to wait and see... wait for the 2nd LOL. ahhh fuck it I'm home alone and happy. lone ranger.. ranging alone
xxx

As you like it.. I like it just as it is

Today I went to see as you like it (as I mentioned yesterday!) IT WAS SO COOL. For one thing me and my mum brought super cheap tickets, so I thought we would be wayyyyyyyyy up in the heavens - I expected the worst. I can't help it I'm synical. Anyways we got there and it was this uber amazing thatre in London, gawsh i wish u could have seen it it was incredible; and the best bit - guess where we were sitting. THE FRONT ROW. I know - too cool, i was literally inches away from Sienna Miller - my ultimate fashion idle. Plus half way through this man fell of the stage onto my lap!!! dude it was a surreal day, ahhh sadly it's like half nine so its nearly over, too bad. Anyway Ms Willis is making me laugh tonight so I shall return to my little MSN chat.
adious xxx

BARCELONA

Thought you might want to see these ... well actually I don't think anyone would, im lying, im just bored solid (if that's an expression) amd fancied putting them up... enjoy amigos


I never realised how ghettofabulous my brother really was.. must do something about that


I fell off my chair shortly after this picture was taken



that's by the sea ... ooohhh

Rainy Day

Ahhhh the rain. I do so love it's splishy sploshy-ness. After a week in such a hot place as Spain you would expect me to despise the stuff, but it's so nice to be back that nothing could dampen my mood.
Oh dear gawd - my mother has found a ghetto dictionary - yes they ACTUALLY make ghetto dictionaries - worrying I know. She just came in and asked if I had any beef with her, and was I repping for the east side brethren????? FARNBOROUGH IS NOT GHETTO FABULOUS (me nigga)
Anyhoo today has consisted solely of food shopping and lounging, which was tres cool. Sometimes I just love to curl up and be me, only having to converse with myself is bliss, other people are good for a certain amount of time, but I like my own space aswell. Oh yes I forgot to mention that tomorrow I'm going to go and see As You Like It!!!!!! YAY such a last minute decision but a very good one, I can't wait to see Sienna Miller, she is too cool! I never usually get my own way, so wandering in and being like 'Muuuummmmm can we go and see AYLI?' with the answer 'YES' was very surprising - but good! Anyways thats something to look forward too, a day in London - my official birth right place - or whatever the saying is, I just feel I should be there forever, I'm such a city girl.

Aftermath

Tis Tuesday (which I didn't actually realise until I stated it was black Monday, from which came the comment "ahem Harriet... it's Tuesday. Did you mean to be that thick?" erm no ... just no) after reading what I wrote after Hannah's party the whole gushyness just came swooping back. That is so not like something I would ever right.. I was so drunk, so that must have been exactly how i felt. Nice eh .. though if the aftermath of such feelings..and sayings is O.K who knows? But I'm vowing right now to never ever edit a blog .. no matter what i type .. and there we go it's vowed, things can't be unvowed even if i do only vow it to myself.
what now? I'm back from Barcelona which was tres cool (would have been a ZILLION times better if the crew had been there too though, forget wherever the party capital is Barcelona was pretty rock-a-rific) so who do I see, what do I say... Hannah's party one week later. Only I go away and miss the aftermath. I know what I'll call Billy - always a useful source brb I'm off the phone little B.
ok haven't yet call bill but a que is forming for the pc so i must dash bye xxx

Party

Oh my gawsh, its just amazing how the world works - one day I'm fantasising aboout my Guildford boy and the next day I'm at Hannah's house party - full of peeps I don't know. I love the crew, after a year of being straight edge I'm beyond ready to branch out a little bit; get some life experiences et cetera. House partys rock my socks. The day had been a pretty dappa one anyway, chinese dinner somewhere in the countryside and sunbathing all day, so Hannah's partay was the icing on a very yummy cake.
O.K. I'll hop to the interesting part, (previous part of blog being edited for Harriet's uber lovely reasons), textbook Harriet style. Brown floppy hair, gorgeous clothes (smelt amazing) he's just too interesting, he has so much to say, he was that person you first set eyes upon. Too cute. Anyhoo my shyness around others REALLY let up with the introduction of LOTS of alcohol. I don't know how much I drank but WOW i look rough today!!!! (and feel a million times worse) Sarah's Jon was there with her, they are such a cute couple, it looks cosy and comfy the thing they have going on. At about 12ish I crashed on the sofa with Sarah, Jon and James. What can I say without sounding mushy? Just amazing, James is like the male me that would never be (due to lack of chromosones or whatever) we slotted together, ahhh makes my snuggly just thinking about him. I've never had that absolute peace with another person, he's so cute.
Just dragged myself home ready to go away to Barcelona tomorrow so I'm onto auto pilot - what'll happen next I just don't know - I don't even know this boy at all. Once I get back I'll get the goss from Saz and we'll see. Ahh I''m a smitten kitten...

The O.C

good gosh I absolutly HEART the O.C, and as you all will most definatly agree it is without a doubt THE best thing to be put on tele - ever. I personally would like to zap myself into the world of oh so fabulous Summer Roberts aka Rachel Bilson. Not only does she have my heart throb Seth on the show but also off. Ahhh that would be the life.

And being a 21st century teen i [of course] do EXACTLY what my favorite show tells me to do. They heart Rooney - I heart Rooney - they wear Balenciaga i (would love to) wear Balenciaga!
So when it comes to fresh-start September hair I must turn to the bible that is Orange County California.
So I think I might have my hair - what do you think? Chic or Geek?

hmm LOL yup that looks really good (rolls eyes!) despite my sunburnt face hahaha! I expect Adam will be falling at my feet now!

Monday Monday Monday

I absolutely LOVE the summer holidays, it's probably the only time I'll have free to write sweet nothings in this blog. Today is a text book summer holidays day, I really don't have anything to do, but it's sunny and I some books - what more do you need? Well a Magnum would be greatly appreciated ... hmm maybe after lunch!
It's only a week until my family and I jet off for our annual summer holiday - this year to Barcelona, Spain. Summer holidays are great and everything - I mean you get all you want for 2 weeks just because you're in another country, family arguments (wich are bountyful) aside , it's a pretty restful time. But I can't help thinking what a holiday away would be with 5 of my bestest friends! After pouring over one of Peaches Geldof's ELLEGirl columns it hit that most people actually would like this idea of being confined with their friends for two weeks! It seems to be a problem that isn't just my own! My friend Sarah also dreads this idea, though for her it's an actual problem - cooped up for a week with someone you can't stand. Even the longest of friends would find this horrific, Hannah and Claire have been friends forever - maybe longer than Raz and I have, and they get fed up with each other after awhile! They need space from each other too. Unconditional friend love seems to be low in Farnborough. I know there are probably one or two people I could stand for longer than a week, so what makes Peaches enjoy the company of her friends so much??
It's not that our school is too small to have a big choice of friends! My class alone has about 30 potential peeps - so why is it hard to have a BFF that's entirely tolerable?!
Actually, thinking about it, the people I'm forced into friendships with are probably the reason why I'm wary of spending too much time with my friends. Take the past year with a certain Holly Warboys, a day with her is enough to push me over the edge - but a week with Hannah M. is fine, she keeps my sane - the same said for Sarah. Thank God that we only have a year left of these forced friendships, 6th form will be the chance to meet a gazillion other people, that I may actually be able to stand, and who knows, this free space may make me appreciate the firends I have now more.

How to catch a Cranleigh

I think I'm too picky. All the boys I know are either too short, too tall, too annoying, too dull, too sporty, not my style, blonde haired, brown haired, black haired, GINGER. None of them have ever matched up with my critique. And why shouldn't I know what I like!? But everyone else seems to be playing the field so well, they can't all have found their perfect match - could they? I thought it over, and I'm not ever going to lower my standards, which is why I'm after a Cranleigh.
Cranleigh School is without a doubt the fanciest school I know of, I'm setting my sights high! Ok well it may not be a Cranleigh boy persay, but Cranleigh personifys my ideal. Dark hair - preferably black( but then again blonde would be ok also!). Rugby player, all Cranleigh boys play rugby, plus I like the idea of Sunday morning matches in the cold! Money, or maybe just the air of being wealthy, Farnborough is full of rude boys (chicken premieres - don't ask Hannah and I have just always called then that!) I want to get as far away from that as possible! And finally they have to heart indie/rock/emo, (and is a polo player too much to ask?) Hmmm, if only I could transfer to Cranleigh ey!

Is Big Brother REALLY watching?

For the past 10 weeks I, Harriet Jones, have been religiously watching Big Brother, channel four's amazingly addictive reality show. And, for the past 10 weeks I have been fighting the BB case to all other reality t.v non believers. These non believers come in all ages, be it my dad or the country set down at the stables, they all scoff at my daily question, 'Did you watch Big Brother last night?' And, for 10 weeks, my closing argument has been 'well if you were studying sociology you may take interest' this i find seems to always work; but it struck me today - do these people actually provide the world with any ground braking social information? Or is it just 13 (sorry 16 including Orla, Kinga and Eugene!) people living it up for free for 11 weeks? People so uninteresting that the only kind thing to the rest of the world is to lock them up together, occasionally giving them a task to keep the ratings up?
The whole show stemmed off George Orwells classic nineteen eighty four,a book so dull that i sadly never reached the end (however Sparknotes.com provided me with enough info to occasionally quote from it in desperate social situations - i do reccomend it!)
And the contestants of BB are far from the shying, oppressed people of Oceania - 16 attention seekers all vying for my attention and votes. I say that BB needs to be toughened up if it's going to top my 'to see' list, bring on randomised contesent selection - 13 people pulled off the streets, prehaps the odd ex-con. That'll liven it up - but then again the people of 1984 never had to put up with Kinga the Minga!

Moi

Hannah, Me, Holly, Claire / Peachy, Elspeth, Holy and Grandma!

This is me with two of my bestest friends Claire (right) and Holly (back). -> on one of our many days out, this was taken at Thorpe Park.

They have all been uber nice to me this year, a new member of their 'crew' I've had as many good times with them alone than I have had in my entire life! This picture was being taken by Peaches a.k.a Hannah a.k.a Marshface, who really deserves a mention too!

The infamous Hannah! (striking a very stunning pose!)

This very sadly is the only picture I have of the old crew lol - all pictures are usually taken in a very drunk state - and this is no exception, Frankie as a fairy (don't worry it's Halloween!) Alex as a dawg, Sarah - my, well my friend - defined still as best I'm not sure, we had a bizarre last year when we lost our double barrel Haariet and Sarah title, but still life is good (with blonde hair now!) And me, with John Lennon written on my head and dressed as a ballerina!? (yes the terrible affects of alcohol)

This is me with two of my bestest friends, Claire (with the blondey brown hair) and Holly (black ponytail)