Where Peaches goes we all shall follow

O.K, update time, it's Tuesday annnd I'm home with ' the family' ah long gone are my big dreams for fun filled trip to the city, lazy days with friends have turned into fat piling, winging moaning days at home. Well I may be over exaggerating, because last weekend was spent at Amy's in one big drunken - yet happy stupor! So actually life isn't so bad. I can tell you where my despondent has come from, SHOPPING. Yes, they say that the things you love the most are the things that hurt you the most. Yesterday was no exception, after trekking around Guildford in the rain (that's not the sad bit, you can't hate Guildford, it's heaven!) I can home with nothing to wear to Charlotte's surprise birthday party. A party hosted by 'the plastics' (well second bets plastics) cannot be attended in your average ra-ra and sparkly top combo. NO an actually birthday party requires a dress, avec heels.
Now you may be glad to know that girls have been given a fashion saivour in the form of Topshop, given to us by Christ our savouir of clothes it's a Mecca for any event. Thankfully, on my travels to the holy land I found THE most perfect dress, entirely in budget, something never heard of in teendom. But alas, the Lord works in mysterious ways. On arrival to the holy land the dress was available only to God's most loyal - and tubby followers, in a size 12 & 14!!!! grrrr. So in my Guildford girl rage, equipped with lipgloss, messy hair and a disastrously ravishing pout I headed towards uncharted territory, REISS!!!! Now, I'm sure it's delightful inside with many a party outfit, but I just couldn't bring myself to walk through the shiney art deco doorway. Reiss is not my land of glory, it would be like turning Buddha buying something that wasn't mine. So I trekked and trekked, in full knowledge that I only had 30 minutes to go my pulse was racing. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FIT TIME INTO MY SCHUDULE FOR CONCENTRATED ALONE DRESS SHOPPING! WHENNNNNN! So I met up with my mother - my least favorite shopping partner, and mulled my fashion crisis over a steaming hot chocolate. Still none the wiser -and a little fatter - I headed towards the nearest chapel, House of Fraiser, it was in this opulent house of worship that I was given divine inspiration, courtesy of Grazia magazine. Grazia, at the end of the week is clearly free to any passing shoppers, so I nabbed my copy and headed for the dizzy heights of the 3rd floor - Teen wear - nestled in between the likes of Roxy and Sweaty Betty, I began flicking through the pages of the Lord's pamphlet (a mere papyrus in comparison to VOGUE - Jesus' fashion lit. of choice) It was on the glossy pages of Grazia that Ms. Geldof jumped out at me. Ta-da I could hear the angel Gabriel singing, Ms. Geldof, the preacher of all things Topshop had on said dress, perfectly teamed with a collection of gorgeous accsessories. Thus I gathered my belongings and headed for the hills (of Guildford) I KNEW WHAT I WAS GOING TO WEAR TO CHARLOTTE'S!
And with the assistance of Ms. Willis, I should look dapper-rific. I just have to keep Topshop Kingston in my prayers, if they don't have a size 8 there I swear I'm turning Muslim.

Another day another blog

Ah, the half term has, at last begun. And it couldn't have been soon enough! October (as you know!) is my favorite month, and after 6 loooonnnnggggg weeks of school it finally, ofically becomes a time to crunch around in leaves and just generally act as if the summer hols weren't lightyears ago. My plans for the half term are simple; tomorrow I'm going to Amy's for her birthday party, and I think I'm staying there allllll weekend, which should be fun. And by monday everyone will be back from the school trip to Aushwitz, which I cannot wait for! They've only been gone a day, but it's already sploshed me up! I hate not having Hannah, frank and Saz around, even if we're not always so chummy. Actually, lately the person I'm getting on with the best is Hannah. She's so fun lol. I'm not so sure why she pisses the others off so much, even her 'college boyfriend' is O.K to me!!!!!
Hmmmm more plans for half term... well hopefully there is a trip in the piplines to gunwharf quays, a HUGE shopping place in portsmouth, so thst's tres cool. Erm, maybe London, it depends of I can hop onto someone else's trip there... and last but not least THE STABLES! Yeh, I'll probs see Camilla on Tuesday! And then the dreaded courseowork, but we won't mention that!!!!!!!

Role Model

When you think about it a role model isn't someone you are, and therefore are like. It's some unattainable dream that you wish deep down you could emulate, yet never quite achieve - in most cases.
Kate Moss is such a fantastic example. Since when did being a model ever mean she was a role model? Ok so the ELLEgirl generation will scurry to Topshop to have 'the moss' jeans, the entire 16 year old population of Guildford will be sporting those darling little boots that everyone saw Moss in at Glastonbury, and... some of the bravest will attempt those short short hotpants, favoured by Kate and Sienna alike. But which girls will run out and take [allegedly] 5g of coke at an Ibiza party, alongside the likes of Jade Jagger and Pete Doherty? Erm not your average teen. And despite how much you love your 3/4 length tights and hotpants combo, you're not going to team them with this seasons hottest accessory Jude Law! Being a model and role model is clearly a different thing altogether.
When asked the other day who my role model was I cheerfully [if not so innocently] replied to my mothers aging friend the Edie Sedgwick was the person I would love to emulate. To say she gasped would be an understatement... 'You mean Andy Warhols physcotic muse??' well yes, yes I did. And no, to calm her fears it wasn't because she soooo Topshop this season, it's not because I love the sixties and therefore anything, and anyone who channels this era is cool to me. No it's because Edie got what she wanted. Running around London and New York as a 60's icon is what any city lover would adore. You are either a known or an unknown. And being the 7th of 8 children who wouldn't want to drag themselves out of nowhere and onto the NY party scene? She wanted scandal and knowtirity, and fifty years on girls still aspire for that level of mystery and fame. There is no argument against it, unless your father is a rolling stone you choose fame, and you choose a life of glamour. Being the muse to one of the best acclaimed artists is a path you live, Dr. Evil once said 'I'm going to place him in an easily escapable situation involving an overly elaborate and exotic death' to which the reply was 'aren't you going to watch them?' 'No, no, no. I'm going to leave them alone and not actually witness them dying. I'm just gonna assume it all went to plan'. No-one ever wants to witness the demise of someone so great, we're happy to let the great disspear into themselves. Edie was built up to an unattainable status of cool. The thing about being a role model is that it is hardly ever possible. Only the good die young. Can you see the great, Pete Doherty becoming grandpa Pete of 82. Me either.

Aha! Harriet Jones a.k.a website whizz

Time for the second update of October, and seeing as it is only the second day of this fine month I think it is fair to say that I am a very attentive (bored!) blogger. Today I have made a webotronic breakthrough. After being oh so slightly depressed at a picture I saw of a certain persona... We shall call him TObY... ahem.... Kissing ms.Holly I have forgotten that all in aid of my new snazzy myspace !!!!! I'm wayyy to proud of it. Take a look www.myspace.com/harriets_space
Be proud and rejoice that even when I'm ill (yes Willis made me sick) I can perform such small miracles_ Harriet a.k.a Jesus.
Today WOULD have been the day of the infamous monopoly luge between Jack Jack, Piprika and Jonesy, however my aunty went and got herself born of the day of the match, so alas I am attending a party.
It's been an extraordinary week for decent films, Once upon a time in Mexico probably not included! F**KMOOK! (I'm not sure if E.blogger lets me swear?!) But the shawshank redemption definitely does cast itself it film hot tottie.

OCTOBER! My favourite month of the year!

Yay! It's October, I love October. It's all warm and cosy and people feel the need to wear jumpers and coats wherever they go, it's officially autumn and loaddddsss of people have birthdays in October! Plus in true germanshulaufen stylie we can hold an oktoberfest party! OMG great idea, I'm going to hold and Oktoberfest party! Cool beans. Anyways last night I slept at Tori's house, Tori, Tori, Tori. What can I say? The first night she was here she let Dillon suck her tits, or something involving Dillon and her boobs, after that she has been public enemy no. 1, at least with Dillon anyways!!!!!! Most people don't like, her. I, however are impartial, every know and again I remember that my new school year resolution was to not dislike anyone (except lairy Sarah Cameron - who ever know I don't mind too much - oh and Layla - but she's so weird and annoying so who wouldn't dislike her??)
So wherever I happen to be with Tori, no-one else happens to be, why? Because she smokes and the generally can't stand her bitching about people. Which yes she does do - mostly with moi (or maybe always lol) and always finishes off with 'yeh but she's really sweet..babez...honey' etc. etc.
Sheesh - this is turning into a bitch blog more and more each time! School is just full of so much euckyness!!!
O.K so for the record I like everyone! (well... Except Layla CC)
Au revoir
Harrietta xxx

(ah yes and Friday night was fun! Soph and Harriet - official advertisers extrodonaire!)