keeping promises

Ok, so I'm kind of fearing for my life right now. But I'll explain that later, first:

Does anyone here need a bookshelf? Honestly. Anyone? If you do, come to my house. I'm giving one away. You wanna know why?

Do ya?

doyadoyadoya??

Because I got a brand spankin' new one, that's why!!!

And it's purty. It's big and large and tall and big and enormous and wide and big and pretty and big and brown and big and big and big and big!

It has 6, nice, long shelves.(It's six feet tall!) It covers, like, half of my wall (and this is a pretty big wall.) But this is where the fearing for my life comes in. You see, I've mentioned it's big, haven't I? Well, it is. And, standing next to it, I feel intimidated. Small. A minuscule amount in this big wide universe of ours. I feel like it's going to collapse on top of me at any second and I will be crushed and trapped and won't come out for years (but I'll have plenty to read). I think, I might make a game out of it. "How Long Until You're Crushed??" Great game, right? And once I do get crushed, another game: "Can You Spare Your Oxygen?" You see, these are question games. Games to be played when you think you already have an answer. These are games like "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?" except, better, of course.

But these games have something regular games don't. They involve books. They involve the actual intelligence it takes to read. I mean, come on, anyone can answer questions like "Who won the Superbowl in 1982?" or "What is the scientific name for a panda bear?" and, I kid you not, these are actual questions on the computer version of "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?"

But it takes someone real special to be able to *gasp!* read.

I'm telling you, I could make millions with this game. Billions, in fact.

Wanna play??

But, moving on to something that won't make you feel bad for your lack of creative skills in coming up with amazing games, oysters are slimy and disgusting and gross. The only ones I like are the little, itty bitty ones. I mean, this kid Jaimie was like slurping them up and chewing them and it was absolutely...vomit-inducing.

Well that and his ridukulus southern accent. "Ya seeee, we gots these bigol' ersters an' Ah lurv ta jus' slurp emup. ther reely guhd. ya don' geddem like that her"

I swear, he said that. And, I beg to differ. Our oysters are big, and salty, and the best in South Carolina (or so I hear, seeing as I don't actually eat them) I mean, HELLO, it is the seafood capital of SC and oysters are seafood. But, hey, go ahead believing what you want "Jaimie"

Big, fat, skinny hick. :D

And he had a Zac mustache. You know, one of those little fuzzy ones that are just visible on their pale skin? The ones that look so ridiculous on some people? People like Zac? or Jaimie? (and, yes, they would look ridiculous on your sister, but that's not who I'm talking about)

You know what I mean, SWANGIRL??

I had to do it. I had to refer to you/her anonymously.

But I hope this post was up to your standards, caroline. I really do. I hope it was worth the false hope that I gave you, just like the fireworks show in Epcot has false endings (LIKE 10!!!!)

humming accio deathly hallows, transferring books to my new bookshelf, nodding to the music inside my head,
♥Heather

Funny things to know about Daniel Radcliffe

OK...so here I am, sitting in drama, and Lorena comes up to me and says, "Hey, I've got another Daniel Radcliffe story."

Now this has become a common thing between us--talking about Daniel Radcliffe that is--so this isn't completely weird but still abnormal in the slightest

It started out by talking about the Harry Potter movies and she brought up Equus which is the play that he did where he was on-stage completely nude(her bringing that up, however, was very weird) so we started talking about how so many people went to see that just to see Daniel Radcliffe naked, otherwise they would only get to see it in their dreams. Well when she brought that up I couldn't help but tell her about someone reaching up, while he was doing the nude scene, and grabbing his boxers off the stage. She cracked up about this so we started talking about crazed fan stories.

Then, I said, "What was so funny, was that, there was this interview with him, Rupert Grint, and Emma Watson, and he had to say what the craziest thing was that a fan had ever did, and apparently some girl--they were at a stop light(or traffic light as he calls them in his British lingo)--but she crawled out of her car, through the window, and into the window of his limo while they were stopped, and was suspended across the cars!"

Now she busted up laughing at this just like any sane person would and I said, "But Emma Watson thought that he was going to tell the story about a fan who was wearing nothing but a towel! and apparantly the fan that crawled between the cars had a sign that said something like 'Future Mrs. Daniel Radcliffe' "

so anyway back to today when she said she had a new one to tell...

CRAP! I forgot the story! UGH! well I guess I'll have to get back to it when I remember but for now...I'm going to add the video of the interview on here...

well I was going to but its being ridiculous and not letting me so here's a link to it on YouTube.com

http://youtube.com/watch?v=oAQeUMh02XE

UGH! this blog turned out more aggravating than I thought it would be! but at least I got a good laugh out of watching that video for about the 100th time
well I'm out
luvya