Fabulous Author Alert!!!

Looking for a book to read this summer? Click on the link at the bottom of the post for great reads by my favorite author SARAH DESSEN! Her books are all about teen girls in today's world dealing with tough real-life situations. Read all 8 gripping novels to find the connections between the characters. It's like a treasure hunt. Just read and find out what I mean...!

http://sarahdessen.com/

I miss you!

Hey TWH Readers!
I miss you guys so much! Just wanted to let you know that I haven't been posting because I"m on an awesome-amazing vacation right now. Check back here later this month!
Peace.
Harold;)

New Book Review (!)

Title: Peeled

Author: Joan Bauer

Rating: * * * 1/2

Summary: This is a small tale of a tiny town in turmoil. Banesville, New York is in for quite a war of the words when the town ghost starts acting up. High school reporter Hildy Biddle is determined to get to the bottom of the real story for her school newspaper, The Core. The problem is that the editor of The Core's only competition in town, The Bee, doesn't want Hildy to find out the truth. Can she do it? Get ready to bite the apple and find out!

Notes: I very much enjoyed this cute story, except their were points when I got confused. Besides that, I would definately recommend it. Now I want to be a reporter!

Cowboy

I have a bad habit of starting lots of different stories, but never finishing them. I really like the beginnings, so I thought I would post some of them. Here is one called Cowboy.

I was just sitting down to my drink when the door to the saloon blew open. Everyone turned towards it, wondering who it was. There didn't seem to be anyone there, only a tall, dark shadow of a man in a cowboy hat. The room grew silent as everyone realized who it was: Teddy Jones.
The sinister looking man placed one spurred boot into the room. Stomp. Right foot. Stomp. Left foot. Stomp. Right foot. Stomp. Left foot. People stared up at the criminal, trying to take their gaze off of the infamous horse-shoe shaped scar on his left cheek. When Teddy Jones finally reached the bar, he stared into the bar tender's eyes, willing him to flinch. Mr. Williams just stood there, looking like he was about to wet his pants when Teddy Jones let out a roar---of laughter.

Welcome Back!

Dear Weekly Harold Readers,
Welcome back to TWH! I'm so glad to be back on the web.
I've done some thinking, and I've decided that since you guys love to read my writing so much, that's mostly what this website will be about: what I have to say about the world. I'm hoping you like this idea!
I will still publish the other articles that I usually write, just not quite as much.
TTFN!
Harold;)

Cape Cod Caper

This actually happened to me! Hope you enjoy my memoir!


It was a damp, muggy night in Cape Cod. Six friends and I were huddled together in our eight-man tent with five blow-up mattresses. From the tent window you could see our dripping bikinis drying on the clothes line. The scent of salty sea water still lingered with them as they rustled in the slight breeze. Sweet smells of corn, beans and roasted chicken wafted through the air from our tasty quesadilla dinner. Our tent was slightly illuminated with the soft glow of flickering flashlights. The mood inside was eerie and sinister while we whispered ghost stories into the night.
Abruptly, a set of headlights glared at us as they passed by. “It must be them,” someone murmured. “Them” was the couple camping out next to our campsite. They frightened us with their dreadlocks, tattoos, and dark clothes. We were secretly dreading the moment they arrived home from a late night dinner.
The seven of us crept a little closer together when suddenly---“AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!” Our cries pierced the inky black night as an unknown stranger attacked our innocent souls from the side of the tent. We shrieked with fear as our hearts leapt into our throats. The neighbors were home! (At least we thought they were.)
Continuing with its assault, the mysterious creature dragged its long fingers across the side of the tent. We screamed bloody murder as the fingers got closer and closer to the door. By this time we had all moved into the center of the tent, afraid of being alone against the wall. We looked like a frightened group of puppies piled on top of each other. “I think I wet my pants!” someone whispered.
Then, ever so slowly, the zipper started to open. We trembled with nervous expectance. “AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!” The screams started all over again as a tall, dark figure filled up the doorway.
“Shhh!” it said. “It’s only me!” My mother poked her head into the tent.
“Geez, Mom! What was that for?” I asked.
She smoothly avoided my question. “You girls need to be quiet now,” she said while slipping into her own tent. We decided to take her advice and crawled back into our sleeping bags, still a little disturbed from her trick.
As we drifted off to sleep, the night was playing a symphony of sounds. Crickets chirping, birds quietly talking amongst themselves, and---PUUUUURP!---farting? “Katherine!” Sarah squealed through a mouthful of giggles.
“It wasn’t me, I swear!” Katherine protested. We heard the noise again and along with it, the laughter of Emily’s mom. It must be one of the chaperones, I thought to myself.
“Someone had a little too much bean salad!” Eve exclaimed. The noise sounded once again and this time I knew exactly who it was coming from.
Six faces looked at me with puzzled expressions. “Haley, what are you doing?” Katherine questioned. I had placed my hands over my mouth and took a deep breath. PUUUUURP! Our tent erupted with chuckles. My plan worked! The same sound echoed back to me.
“It’s the call of the wild!” I whispered. More laughter burst from our mouths as we rolled on the floor giggling. My mother was funnier than I thought.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I’ll never forget that night in Cape Cod. Just me and my friends, hanging out, laughing, and making memories to last a life time. We really got to know each other that weekend, a lot better than we could have anywhere else. Who knew ghost stories and farting contests could be so rewarding?

Baby Cousin Poem

Luca’s Dance

As soon as I exit the car,
I can see his little head
Pop into view of the window,
His smile like a ray of sunshine.

Luca tugs at the door
With all of his might,
But his little baby body
Cannot open the barrier between us.

When I step into his house,
Luca is unable to control his excitement any longer.
He rushes into my arms,
Showering me with a wet mass of kid kisses.

He then starts to dance around the room,
Jumping and prancing like a gazelle,
Pure happiness gushing from within,
While singing a tune all his own.

“Play with this! Come on! Look at this!”
Are the words tumbling from his little mouth.
Luca tugs us in all directions,
Ecstatic at the idea of new playmates.

Excited as a four year old can be
To see his older cousins,
I have to admit,
I can’t wait to see him either.

New Version of an Old Poem

Stargirl


The night is deadly still,
Except for the calming breeze
Drifting off from the green sea.

The salty air soars up into an ebony night sky,
Guiding my eyes up to the stars.
They twinkle and wink,
Sending me silent stories of the past.

A little girl traveling
Across the vast west
In an old, beat up covered wagon.

A young man lying in bed
After a hard day’s work,
Trying desperately to support his ailing family.

An old woman sitting on her front porch,
Quietly absorbing the balmy night air,
Listening to crickets chirp.

All of these people look up at the same stars
In their times of need, despair, and hope.
Each and every one hear the same song,
The same song that I hear tonight.

“Stargirl, stargirl…”

Friendship Metaphor Poem

Confetti Eruption

My friends are
An explosion of confetti.
Many colors,
Many moods, many minds.

Sarah is the pile of confetti before the outburst.
Unpretentious at first glance,
Her true nature lies deep within,
A burst of surprise energy waiting to happen.

Kenzie is the pair of hands
That pulls the plug and starts the outbreak,
Sending us off into a diffusion
Of manic giggles.

Paige, Katherine and Emily
Are the first handful of pieces
To shoot through the air,
All laughter, all the time.

They soar high as the heavens,
Letting their guffaws
Bounce into our ears,
Long after the fun is over.

Then there is Christina.
She is the one lonely bit of colored paper
That realizes the explosion has already happened
When it’s too late.
Silently, she floats to the ground,
Wondering why everyone else is laughing.

And finally, there’s me.
I am the overseer of the operation,
Making sure that everything is just as it should be,
Wild and wacky,
Non-stop fun.

IMPORTANT NOTICE

Attention once again TWH Readers,

THE WEEKLY HAROLD WEBSITE WILL BE TEMPORARILY SHUT DOWN UNTIL THE LAST WEEK OF JUNE. WE ARE SORRY FOR ANY INCONVENIENCES THIS MAY CAUSE YOU. COME BACK AT THE END OF JUNE FOR THE GRAND REOPENING OF THE WEEKLY HAROLD. THANK YOU.

TWH Crew and Management

AWAY MESSAGE

TWH Readers,
This is my away message because I will be leaving for vacation within the next 18 hours, so BON VOYAGE!
Wish me luck, as I am traveling around the world in 80 days! (Okay, maybe just three states in 5, but close enough, right?)
Yours truly,
harold;)

STOP! DROP! AND CLICK!

GO TO THIS WEBSITE RIGHT NOW OR CRAZY-SWEDISH-FISH EATING-OBESE-FLYING-BABOONS WILL COME TO YOUR HOUSE AND LICK YOU! SO DO IT!

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Top Six Review

Okay, I am writing this review out of pure FRUSTRATION, DISAPPOINTMENT, AND ANGER! What happened on American Idol last night? Nothing good, I'll tell you that! Carly Smithson left this week, dragging me this close to shutting off Idol for good. What's your problem America? :P to you!

David Archuleta
"Think Of Me" - from 'Phantom of the Opera'

David was his usual amazing self. But seriously David, what did you expect last night when you were called up? You looked scared to death that you were going to leave! Believe in your voters David!

* * * * performance
David Cook
"Music Of The Night" - from 'Phantom of the Opera'

This was FANTASTIC! I love the fact that David Cook said that the unexpected-aspect of this performance was that he didn't change the song! Bravo!

* * * * * performance
Jason Castro
"Memory" - from 'Cats'

Okay Jason, obviously you aren't taking this competition all that seriously. That's right! I went there! I caught you yawning behind stage and cracking jokes when people were being called into the bottom two! GO HOME!

* * performance
Brooke White
"You Must Love Me" - from 'Evita'

Poor Brooke. She forgot her lyrics and had to start over, but she wasn't even in the bottom two. Hmmm...

* * performance
Carly Smithson
"Superstar" - from 'Jesus Christ Superstar'

This is what I don't get. Carly was so good last night that I was literally jumping out of my seat, and yet she still went home! The judges loved it and the crowd did too. So what happened? Don't ask me! WE'LL MISS YOU CARLY! CAN'T WAIT FOR YOUR ALBUM!!!

* * * * * performance
Syesha Mercado
"One Rock n' Roll Too Many" - from 'Starlight Express'

This was also a very good performance. Syesha is definitely and actress! I want to see her on Broadway! But why was she in the bottom two? She was one of the best!

* * * * * performance

What do YOU think happened last night? What did YOU want to happen? What are YOU upset about right now? I WANT TO KNOW!!!

NEW WEEKLY STORY!!!

This is The Weekly Harold's newest weekly story(!) WITH A TWIST: I DIDN'T WRITE IT! One of my ultimate bloggita's did.

Enjoy!

(Visit the author's blog at: squibandskink.blogspot.com)

I walked into our loft apartment. My mom and mine, just ours.
You might be wondering what happened to my dad. And I'm just going to say: I'm not sure. No lies. I'm totally serious. Mom never really told me. She's really good at changing the subject and whenever it was brought up…it just left naturally. I tend not to ask anymore.
But anyways, I set my backpack down on shiny black counter top along with my i-pod and my Snapple Iced Tea.
I peeked around the corner checking for mom and walked into our living room. An organized, regular, little room with a couch and a small, old beaten up leather love seat, a small rectangular plasma screen TV and a mossy carpet with flowers.
I plopped down on the couch grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. Nothing was good on. Just the usual re-runs of Full House, Oprah and America's Next Top Model. The TV flicked off, and I sighed.
Next on the agenda was homework. I made my way over to the counter. I un-zippered by back pack and lugged out my heavy, junk filled Calculus 1 binder. Calculus with Mr. Reynolds was so boring. Half the class fell asleep on a regular basis and none of knew how to solve the equations but he didn't seem to notice. Surprisingly I passed that class.

I pulled out my math text book and a piece of lined paper and began to calculate.
Minutes later I heard the door open and my mom gabbing away on the phone.
"Not tomorrow, Selina has a doctor's appointment first thing! Then I've got to go show a house and grocery shop. I'm real busy! Selina also has a basketball game in the evening and I've got to balance my check book. I'm sorry Carolyn; you'll have to do it…" My mom had her cell phone balanced between her chin and her shoulder while she was carrying a shopping bag and a grocery bag.
One thing you have to know about my mom is that she is absolutely gorgeous. She has long black hair and tan skin and the warmest, chocolate brown eyes. She's stunning, and this is just coming from her daughter. She has the best sense of style and the nicest manners. I love my mom. We're both Hispanic and Philippines.
Around here in Arizona my mom worked as a real estate agent. She was perfect for the job; she had the radiance and the cheeriness to sell homes. The only problem was organization…but with me organizing she got along fine.

"Sorry! I've got to go!" my mom said cheerily flipping her hair that was slightly curled, "Talk to you soon. Send my love to the boys!"
She set the bags down the counter and sighed.
"That was your Aunt Carolyn!" my mom smiled sighing her elbows on the counter. My aunt lived in New Jersey, a long way away from Arizona where I lived.
"I figured." I replied.
"Need any help unloading groceries?"
"I got it. You get started on that homework Selina. You've got basketball tonight."
"I forgot." I mumbled.
My mom set down her keys with a loud clank and narrowed her eyes noticing I was looking back at her, "Get to work Selina!"
"Ugh." I replied focusing on Calculus once more. I heard by mom ruffling bags and placing things in the fridge.
The phone rang and my mom hurried to get it. I watched her black hair bounce.
"Hello?" she said calmly.
"Oh my god!" my mom exclaimed, her hand flew to her forehead, "John? Is that you?"
"Mom who is it?" I asked.
No answer.
"Mom?"
No reply. I gave up.
"Honey?" I looked up holding my pencil, tapping it impatiently on my home work.
"Yeah?"
I nodded looking at her, concerned.
"It's your father."
I dropped the pencil, and I’m pretty sure my jaw dropped too.

HAPPY EARTH DAY

Happy Earth Day World!!!

I challenge you to do 3 Earth-friendly things today. Here are some ideas:

1. Recycle paper, plastic, cans, bottles, etc.


2. Plant a tree


3. Pick up any trash you see lying around on the ground and RECYCLE IT


4. Wear green (DUH!)


5. Don't waste water


6. Turn off all the lights in your house when you aren't using them


7. Unplug things when not being used. They are still using energy even if they are off! (It's true!)

Good Luck!
GO GREEN!
harold;)

SHORT STORY!!!

Hey, hey, hey! Just as promised, here is a short story. I have a TON of already-started-but-never-finished stories, so here's one of them. (Please remember that this is only a ROUGH-DRAFT.)

I shot her the meanest look I could muster. She shot right back. My nails were digging deep into my palms, almost cutting them. I could hear Tonia breathing deeply, in, out, in, out. Except for this suttle sound, the room was silent. We weren't going to look away, not even blink. Tonia started tapping her toes like she does when she has to pee, but I knew this wouldn't stop her. Just as my eyes started to water, a shout came from downstairs.

"Tonia, your mother is heeeeeeeeere!"called my mom's voice.

"I'll be right down!" Tonia cried in her I'm-a-perfect-little-angel voice. As if!
Tonia quickly snatched her track jacket from my bed and flung her bag over her shoulder, purposely whacking me in the nose.

"I hope you're happy!" she sneered as she stomped through the doorway.

"I am!" I screeched back.
Tears were tumbling down my face, but I wasn't sure if they were from not blinking, or wishing this had never happened...

Riddle: 4/20-4/26

Last week's riddle was:
"Food will help me survive, but water will kill me. What am I?"
Answer: FIRE

This week's riddle is:
"A woman was horrified to find a fly in her tea. The waiter took her cup and went into the kitchen and returned with a fresh cup of tea. She shouted, "You brought me the same tea!" How did she know?"

Quote: 4/20-4/26

The future depends on what we do in the present.

- Mahatma Gandhi-

Stargirl

Here is another poem that I wrote. Tell me if you can figure out what it means...

Stargirl

I have been told

to shoot for the stars.

An impossible task for sure.

They twinkle in the night,

winking at me.

But smile back I cannot,

for here on earth I sit.

Sprawled out on the cool white sheets,

I listen to them murmur

"Stargirl, stargirl..."

(Please remember that this is just a rough draft!)

Quote for 4/13-4/19

"You can turn painful situations around through laughter. If you can find humor in anything, even poverty, you can survive it."

-Bill Cosby-

Riddle: 4/13-4/19

Last week's riddle was:
"A man is found dead in the middle of the desert with nothing but a straw in his hands. What happened?"
Answer: "He was in a hot air balloon with some friends, but the balloon could only hold two people. So they drew straws to see who would jump out."

This week's riddle is:
"Food will help me survive, but water will kill me. What am I?"

BREAKING NEWS! IMPORTANT!

Hey Weekly Harold Fans!
I've started a second blog!!! I'm so excited about this new project.

The blog is called Sing Out Loud! and it's all about music. Good songs, bad songs, radio station websites, album cover art, songs from different genres, music videos, (and more to come.) Check it out so far at: singoutloud247.blogspot.com

Peace!
harold;)

P.S. Let me know if you have any ideas for my new blog. I want to hear from you!

P.P.S. Due to starting this new blog, The Weekly Harold will not include probably not include Music and Lyrics anymore. Sing Out Loud! is a continuation of Music and Lyrics, so if you want more music, just go to singoutloud247.blogspot.com.

FYI from the Purple Dude

Come back later (a.k.a. SUNDAY) for new updates on The Weekly Harold.

In the meantime, I command you to pull your pants up to your chest, stand on one foot, and eat a bag of Rainbow Goldfish while singing along to Candy Man. Trust me, I've tried with phenomenal results.

harold;)

The Purple Dude who Rox Your Sox

Poems by harold;)

I was cleaning out my room the other day when I came across a bunch of my old notebooks. I found some amusing poems written by the one and only: moi! Enjoy!

Mystery Meat

There it is.

It's looking at me.

How could my mother

do this to me?

Gloppy, soppy,

awful, and wet.

I haven't managed

to try any yet.

It's green and it's blue,

and maybe chartreuse.

This junk doesn't have

even one little use!

It smells like cat litter,

old cream cheese and dog doo.

Oh what am I, what am I

going to do?

Dad gave me the look,

so I'm taking a bite.

If I die, give my sister my doll,

and my best friend my kite.

Here it comes!

The fork's in my mouth.

I bet this junk will head north

'stead of south.

I clomp down my teeth

and get my very first taste.

Oh man,

this stuff is a waste.

One Inch Left

There it is!

The big red prize.

It's the one thing

I idolize.

I've gotta get closer

to the big red apple.

Then I can relax

and drink my ice cold Snapple.

Crawling, crawling,

I breaking a sweat.

But sadly,

I'm still not there yet.

My little work body

is getting real tired

to reach the one thing

that my heart desires.

Wait a minute,

I'm here! I'm here!

i made it here

with all of my gear.

My fork, my spoon,

my knife, my cup.

I start to crawl

up, up, up.

Then I take

my first bite.

And can you guess what?

It tastes just right.

More to come!

Music and Lyrics: Is it In YOUR Head?

Stacy's Mom by Fountains of Wayne

Stacy's mom has got it goin' on

Stacy's mom has got it goin' on

Stacy's mom has got it goin' on

Stacy's mom has got it goin' on

Stacy, can I come over after school? (after school)

We can hang around by the pool (hang by the pool)

Did your mom get back from her business trip? (business trip)

Is she there, or is she trying to give me the slip? (give me the slip)

You know, I'm not the little boy that I used to be

I'm all grown up now, baby can't you see

Stacy's mom has got it goin' on

She's all I want and I've waited for so long

Stacy, can't you see you're just not the girl for me

I know it might be wrong but I'm in love with Stacy's mom

Stacy's mom has got it goin' on

Stacy's mom has got it goin' on

Stacy, do you remember when I mowed your lawn? (mowed your lawn)

Your mom came out with just a towel on (towel on)

I could tell she liked me from the way she stared (the way she stared)

And the way she said, "You missed a spot over there" (a spot over there)

And I know that you think it's just a fantasy

But since your dad walked out, your mom could use a guy like me

Stacy's mom has got it goin' on

She's all I want, and I've waited so long

Stacy, can't you see you're just not the girl for me

I know it might be wrong,

but I'm in love with Stacy's mom

Stacy's mom has got it goin' on

She's all I want and I've waited for so long,

Stacy can't you see your just not the girl for me,

I know it might be wrong but oh oh (I know it might be wrong)

I'm in love with

(Stacy's mom oh oh)

(Stacys mom oh oh)

I'm in love with Stacy's mom

Weekly Quote, 4/6-4/12

"Do, or do not. There is no ‘try’."

- Yoda, The Empire Strikes Back-

Riddle: 4/6-4/12

Last week's riddle/answer was:
"A farmer in California owns a beautiful pear tree. He supplies the fruit to a nearby grocery store. The store owner has called the farmer to see how much fruit is available for him to purchase. The farmer knows that the main trunk has 24 branches. Each branch has exactly 12 boughs and each bough has exactly 6 twigs. Since each twig bears one piece of fruit how many plums will the farmer be able to deliver?"
Answer: Pear trees don't produce plums!!!

This week's riddle is:
"A man is found in the middle of the desert, dead, with nothing but a straw in his hands. What happened?"

GO GREEN GALLERY #3

Here are some cool "Green" pics. Do some research of your own on easy ways you can GO GREEN at home and visit some of these websites:

• http://boomers.msn.com/articleGH.aspx?cp-documentid=376469
• http://www.worldwatch.org/node/3915
• http://www.azstarnet.com/sn/athome/209378.php

These sites are really worth looking at! They have some great Earth-saving ideas! I challenge you to pick 3 of the ideas from the above websites and apply them to your own life. Tell me how things turn out!

Music and Lyrics: 3/30-4/6---Is It In YOUR Head?

You might recognize this as the song that David Archuleta sang on American Idol Tuesday night. The message of the song is very powerful. I want to know what you think the message is, and then I'll tell you what I think!

You're the Voice by John Farnham

We have, the chance to turn the pages over

We can write what we want to write

We gotta make ends meet, before we get much older

We're all someone's daughter

We're all someone's son

How long can we look at each other

Down the barrel of a gun?

You're the voice, try and understand it

Make a noise and make it clear

Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o

We're not gonna sit in silence

We're not gonna live with fear

Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o

This time, we know we all can stand together

With the power to be powerful

Believing, we can make it betterooooh,

We're all someone's daughter

We're all someone's son

How long can we look at each other

Down the barrel of a gun?...

You're the voice, try and understand it

Make a noise and make it clear

Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o

We're not gonna sit in silence

We're not gonna live with fear

Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o

Ooooh, We're all someone's daughter

We're all someone's son

How long can we look at each other

Down the barrel of a gun?...

You're the voice, try and understand it

Make a noise and make it clear

Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o

We're not gonna sit in silence

We're not gonna live with fear

Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o (x3)

You're the voice, try and understand it

Make a noise and make it clear

Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o

Quote for 3/30-4/6

"Ok, so what's the speed of dark?"

-Unknown-

Quote compliments of: http://www.geocities.com/slackergts/funnyquotes2.html

Riddle: 3/30-4/6

Last week's riddle was:

"A horse is tied to a 15 ft. rope and there is a bail of hay 25 ft. away from him. Yet the horse is able to eat from the bail of hay. How is this possible?"

Answer: The rope wasn't tied to anything so the horse could move to get to the bail of hay.

This week's riddle is"

"A farmer in California owns a beautiful pear tree. He supplies the fruit to a nearby grocery store. The store owner has called the farmer to see how much fruit is available for him to purchase. The farmer knows that the main trunk has 24 branches. Each branch has exactly 12 boughs and each bough has exactly 6 twigs. Since each twig bears one piece of fruit how many plums will the farmer be able to deliver?"

Hint: This riddle is a bit of a trick question!

Music and Lyrics for 3/23-3/29...Is it in YOUR Head?

Eleanor Rigby (Lennon/McCartney)

Aah, look at all the lonely people

Aah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been

Lives in a dream

Waits at the window,

wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door

Who is it for?

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear

No one comes near.

Look at him working.

Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there

What does he care?

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong?

Aah, look at all the lonely people

Aah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name

Nobody came

Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave

No one was saved

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong?

Weekly Quote: 3/23-3/29

"Life isn't weird; it's just the people in it."

-Unknown-

Riddle: 3/23-3/29

Last week's riddle was:
"$21.00 needs to be split evenly among 2 fathers and 2 sons. How is this possible?"

Answer: "There was a grandson, a father, and a grandfather. The father counts as two sons, so they each get $7"

This week's riddle is:

"A horse is tied to a 15 ft. rope and there is a bail of hay 25 ft. away from him. Yet the horse is able to eat from the bail of hay. How is this possible?"

Riddle compliments of: http://www.riddles-online.com/difficult_riddles/Horse-and-Hay-puzzle-riddle.htm

American Idol Review: Top 10 (!)

Welcoming the American Idol Season 7 Top 10!

• David Cook did fabulous this week! He really does surprise me every week with the things he does with the music. On Tuesday night he used one of those voice mixer things in the middle of his performance. (You know, like the Geico commercial?) Simon did complain about him getting a little bit predictable, though. Well excuuuuse me! * * * * performance
• David Archuleta had a much better performance this week than last, but he continues to do more ballads than up-beat songs. I'm getting kind of tired of it! He really should try something new this Tuesday. (Oh, by the way, my dad thinks that he has a bit of a Broadway type voice. I kind of agree!) * * *.5 performance
• Michael Johns had a bad week. The song that he chose was telling a story, so when he condensed this 5 minute long song into 1:30, it got kind of confusing. Plus he forgot some of his lines and was off key. Better luck next week Michael! * * * performance
• Jason Castro surprised me! He sang a Beatles song that was half in French! It was very cool, but yet again he had some pitch problems. I would also like to see him try a different type of music. A little less folk-tuney would be nice. * * *.5 performance
• I didn't get to see all of Chikezie's performance, but I'm pretty sure he did a slower song. It was okay, especially since nothing could beat his performance from last week! * * * performance
• Brooke White was all decked out in sunshine Tuesday night! She was wearing a yellow dress with a yellow back round to match with her song. Simon didn't like this aspect of the performance and none of the judge's liked her dance moves. Sorry Brooke! No more "woo-ing!" * * *.5 performance
• Syesha was F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S! She sang a pretty ballad with much grace. Good job! * * * * performance
• Ramiele was good, but not good enough for my taste. She tried doing a more up-beat tune, but she seems to be better with ballads. She's nice and everything, but I think that she should leave the show soon because I'm getting very bored with her. * * * performance
• Kristy is still here?! I'm about ready to shoot myself over this girl! She is soooooooo annoying! Her performance this week was better than any of her others, but she's been in the bottom EVERY WEEK! She NEEDS to go! * * performance
• Carly did a great job in my opinion, but apparently America didn't think so because she was in the bottom three! What gives? * * * * performance
• Amanda left us this week. Her performance was just okay, but it was still sad to see her go. I personally liked her, but a lot of people I've talked to didn't. She's one of those you-like-them-or-you-don't type people I guess. We'll miss you Amanda! * * * performance

WAIT! DON'T MOVE!

Okay, harold;) here just letting you know that I DID watch American Idol the past couple nights and I WILL publish my weekly Idol Review, just not tonight because I have other "stuff" to do (A.ka. homework. Blechhh!)

Look for the Review tomorrow afternoon around 4:00. TTFN!

Hey There Delilah, Chapter Ocho (8)

Previously:
"Yes, Delilah. I want you to write to her. You can still write whatever you would like, but it has to be to Delilah." I could already feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Don't cry! Don't cry! a tiny voice shouted from within me.
"I-I-I can't!"
"Maybe you don't think you can just yet, but you will. You will."

COOKOO! COOKOO! The sound made me drop the book on the floor. "Eeekkk!" I screeched.
"Sorry about that," Leila said. "You'll get used to it." The alarming noise had come from a cookoo clock near Leila's desk. As I caught my breath Leila showed me to the door. "I'll see you next week!" she chirped as I walked out.
"Yeah, okay," I said, still in shock. I could see my mother waiting for me by the door.
"You can tell me all about it in the car," she said before I could open my mouth. "We're late for your appointment."

It was 7:30 later that night. My windows were open, letting the cool breeze dance across my cheeks. I had my radio on, but I wasn't paying attention to it. Mindlessly, I was stroking my kitten, DJ. Delilah had given her to me for my birthday a few days before "it" happened, so it only made sense that she was present for this moment. "Alright DJ. Here goes nothing!" I slowly opened the tie-dyed journal from Leila. As I did, a wave of familiarity washed over me. There was something about the book that I couldn't describe, not then, not now. As my palms softly rested on the first page I felt a surge of energy rush through me. It felt like I had been electrocuted, but not enough to kill me. The music coming from my radio came to a stand still as I scrawled out the first words that came to me:

Hey there Delilah, it's me: Jolie.

Music and Lyrics: 3/16-3/22

Across the Universe by The Beatles

Words are flowing out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva

The Big Book: Pranks

One of my all-time favorite books is The Big Book of Girl Stuff by Bart King. The title is misleading though because it contains all sorts of kooky facts, cool things to do, fun quizzes, etc.

For those of you that are too lazy to go and buy the book for yourself can read this new page called: The Big Book page. Just know that none of this info was written or put together by me, I'm just spreading the word.

Some Funny Pranks

Minty Oreos: After someone opens up a package of Oreos, remove a couple of the cookies. Carefully open the Oreos and use a butter knife to scrape the filling out. (Don't waste it! Mmmmmm...Oreo filling.) Then take white-colored toothpaste and spread it on the inside of the cookie wafers. Spread it around a bit till it looks right, put the cookies back together, and be patient!

Cell Phone Sabotage:
You will need a friend with a cell phone, and a diabolical sense of humor.
For this prank, you need to borrow your friend's cell phone. Say that you need to call your parents, and then pretend to dial the number and start talking. It would be good if you could walk out of your friend's hearing for the following.
What you will do is access the menu for her voice mail. You want to change her voice mail mesage to a new message. There are lots of possibilites for her voice mail message, ranging rom goofy to weird. here are some examples, but feel free to make up your won!
*Vacation: Hi this is ____. I have left the country and won't be back for 6 months, so please don't leave a message.
*Wacky: (hysterical laughter) I love LOOFAHS! (more hysterical laughter)
*Annoying: Hi this is ____...Hello?...Is somebody there? I can here you breathing, why don't you say something? HEEELLLLOOOO?!

After returning her cell phone, thank your friend, and try to look innocent for the next couple of weeks. Haha!

The Talking Appliance:
You will need: a neighbor who likes you, a pair of walkie-talkies.
Although this trick can work in your house, the odds of it working are improved with a neighbor of friend. Smuggle one of your walkie-talkies into your neighbor's house, maybe during one of the times they've foolishly invited you over. When it's safe, turn the walkie-talkie on and set its volume on "high".
Where you put the walkie-talkie is up to you. It could be the back of the fridge, or inside the laundry hamper. After you leave, get the other walkie-talkie and speak into it What you say depends on where the left the device.
Fridge: Help me! I'm freezing in here! So cold...can't feel my control knobs!
Laundry hamper: I don't mean to complain, but it smells like an outhouse in here.
Oven: I'm burning up!
*Be sure to use your common sense with this. Don't put the walklie-talkie in the oven unless you're sure you can get it back out before someone starts baking!

Hope you have fun with this! (MUHAHA!)
harold;)

Quote: 3/16-3/22

"I'm not offended by 'dumb blonde' jokes because I know I'm not dumb. I also know I 'm not blonde."

-Dolly Parton-

Riddle: 3/16-3/22

Last week's riddle was:

"Two cops walked into a room with no windows and found a dead man who obviously hung himself from the ceiling, though they couldn't figure out how. There was no chair beneath him that he might have jumped off of, or a table. Just a puddle of water. How'd he do it?"

Answer: The man was standing on an ice cube with a rope around his neck. As the ice cube melted, his feet were hanging in mid air, thus killing him.

This week's riddle is:

"$21.00 needs to be split evenly among 2 fathers and 2 sons. How is this possible?"

3/11 American Idol Review

The votes are in and DAVID HERNANDEZ is out. David H., as well as Kristy and Syesha were in the bottom three. Here is how the night went...

The theme of the night was Lennon/McCartney songs. Apparently this song book has been wanted for six seasons! The contestants certainly did a good job (for the most part, anways!).

Chikezie Eze
"She's A Woman" - John Lennon & Paul McCartney
Chikizie is in the house! Woo-woo! He was on fire! Fantastic! I loved the whole country vibe at the beginning, and the rock parts were fab too. Nice Chikezie!
* * * * * performance
David Archuleta
"We Can Work It Out" -John Lennon & Paul McCartney
This was by far his worst performance. The crowd favorite forgot some of his lyrics, much to his disapointment. But all is well. We love him anyways!
* * .5 performance
David Cook
"Eleanor Rigby" -John Lennon & Paul McCartney
This "Black Horse" as Paula likes to put it, is going strong! David continues to impress me with his amazing ability to turn anything into rock music and last night was no exception!
* * * * * performance
David Hernandez
"I Saw Her Standing There" -John Lennon & Paul McCartney
David left with a bad performance in his memory. It was a fairly simple song, but he over did it with the dance moves and attitude. In my opinion it was verging on creepy! See ya David!
* * * performance
Jason Castro
"If I Fell" -John Lennon & Paul McCartney
I really like this guy, but I think he needs to work on his pitch a little bit. The high notes that he his known for are getting a little bit hard to listen to.
* * * .5 performance
Michael Johns
"Across The Universe" -John Lennon & Paul McCartney
I actually really liked this performance! It might have been simple and safe as Randy and Simon said, but I thought that was what was so great about it. Great performance Michael!
* * * * performance
Amanda Overmyer
"You Can't Do That" -John Lennon & Paul McCartney
Wow! This rockin' skunk look-a-like is really good! If you don't like her, you don't. But if you like her style, she is really fun to listen to! Go Amanda! It's your birthday! We're gonna party like it's your birthday! (Just kidding. It's not actually her b-day. ;)
* * * *.5 performance
Brooke White
"Let It Be" -John Lennon & Paul McCartney
This was a really great song choice for Brooke. (Obviously, because Simon loved it!) Her voice sounded good and you could tell she was really into it. Ryan loves your shoes, Brooke! ;)
* * * * performance

Carly Smithson
"Come Together" -John Lennon & Paul McCartney
Two words: L-O-V-E-D I-T! She finally picked the right song! Brava Carly!
* * * * * performance

Kristy Lee Cook
"Eight Days A Week" -John Lennon & Paul McCartney
Yuck, yuck, YUCK! Kristy's country version of this song was YUCKY! And that creepy thing she does with her eyes when she sings? Ugh! Even always-nice Paula didn't like it! I can't believe she is still here! At least David H. could sing!
* performance
Ramiele Malubay
"In My Life" -John Lennon & Paul McCartney
Good, but boring. Ho-hum. Ramiele, please save our pillows from being covered in drool and pick an up-beat song, okay?
* * *.5 performance

Syesha Mercado
"Got To Get You Into My Life" - John Lennon & Paul McCartney
I thought this was pretty good, but something was missing. I'm not sure what though...
* * *.5 performance

Do you agree with my review? Leave a comment and let me know AND who you thing will be in the top 2!
harold;)

These bunnies have issues...

Next time, think twice before you take a bite of a chocolate bunny...

Hey There Delilah, Chapter 7: Part II

Previously:
With my eyes fixed on Leila, I slowly opened the package. I had no idea what it could be. As I pulled off the last bit of paper, though, I found out.

Laying in my hands was what appeared to be a notebook...I least I think that's what it was. It was a medium sized book, about as tall and wide as a Harry Potter book, maybe a little bit bigger. There were a lot of pages bound into that litle book. I'd have to guess around 500. The outside of the journal looked like it might have once been a composition notebook, but it wasn't anymore. Leila had wrapped the outside in the most special wrapping paper I'd ever seen! The only way I can describe it is that it looked like an artist had taken five different paintbrushes and twenty different colors and whipped the brushes at the paper. It made a beautiful spiral pattern with all of the colors winding in and out of each other. On the spine of the book was written Happiness in swirly-curly handwriting. When I flipped the inside open, the cover had a name plate that said:

"Happiness is the only true color, the rest are just shades of joy."

Underneath this was my name, in the same twirly handwriting that was on the spine.

"Do you like it?" Leila said softly.

"Oh yes!" I breathed. "Very much!"

"Now, I must tell you that this book is for a very specific reason. As you've probably guessed by now, it is a journal. You can write whatever you want in it and no one has to know what it says...except for one." I looked up at her with a questioning look in my eyes.

"Who?" I asked.

"Delilah." Utter silence fell onto us like a thick woolen blanket, itchy and slightly irratating.

"Excuse me?" I squeaked.

"Yes, Delilah. I want you to write to her. You can still write whatever you would like, but it has to be to Delilah." I could already feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Don't cry! Don't cry! a tiny voice shouted from within me.

"I-I-I can't!"

"Maybe you don't think you can just yet, but you will. You will."

GO GREEN GALLERY: 3/9-3/15

We received lots of your favorite green things lists! Thank you so much! Keep sending in your ideas for GO GREEN GALLERIES to come!

Peace!

harold;)

Weekly Quote: 3/9-3/15

"The good psychic would pick up the phone before it rang. Of course it is possible there was no one on the other line.
Once she said, "God Bless you!"
I said, "I didn't sneeze."
She looked deep into my eyes
and said, "You will, eventually."
And darn it if she wasn't
right. Two days later I sneezed."

-Ellen DeGeneres-

Riddle: 3/9-3/15

Last week's riddle was:

"A man was to be sentenced, and the judge told him, "You may make a statement. If it is true, I'll sentence you to four years in prison. If it is false, I'll sentence you to six years in prison." After the man made his statement, the judge decided to let him go free. What did the man say?"
"Answer: You will sentence me to six years in prison. This made the judge so confused that she just decided to let him go free."

This week's riddle is:

"Two cops walked into a room with no windows and found a dead man who obviously hung himself from the ceiling, though they couldn't figure out how. There was no chair beneath him that he might have jumped off of, or a table. Just a puddle of water. How'd he do it?"

Muisc and Lyrics

"One"

One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one, its the loneliest number since the number one

No is the saddest experience you'll ever know
Yes is the saddest experience you'll ever know

Cause one is the loneliest number that you'll ever know
One is the loneliest number
Even worst then two
Yeah
Its just no good anymore since you went away
Now I spend my time just making up rhymes of yesterday

One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
Since you went away
Since you went away
(One is the loneliest number since you've gone away)
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
Since you've gone away

Its just no good anymore since you went away
Now I spend my time just making up rhymes of yesterday

One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
Since you went away
Since you went away

AI Top 12

Well, last night American Idol reached the halfway mark. It was a joyous night for some, but a sad night for others. Here are the results:

Voted off:

• Kady Malloy *---> This girl really annoyed me! She couldn't sing for the life of her and Simon was right: Kady didn't have a personality at all!


• Luke Menard *---> Little girly voice that was not at all an enjoyable expierience to listen to. I know he is the high voice in a band, but he can't sing on his own. Sorry Luke!


• Asia'h Epperson * * * * * ---> Wow! She was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! Her voice was very different: it sounded almost broken (if you know what I mean), but in a way that sounded good. I'm so sad to see her go!


• Danny Noriega * * * *.5---> This guy is one flaming ball of fire! He has an attitude that can sometimes get out of hand (ex: his last preformance), but Danny's voice is really great. I think he should have stayed as well, but probably would have been voted off next week.

Top 12: (drum roll please!)

• David Cook * * * * *---> A cool guitarist that can turn any song into rock. One of my top 2 fav's!


• David Archuleta * * * * *---> At 17 years old, this singer has a very mature voice. My other favorite, I'd put my money on him! $20 he's going to win!


• Jason Castro * * *.5---> Dread dude! With that hippy hair comes hippy attitude! Jason is excellent at singing little folky songs. Very nice, very nice!


• David Hernandez * * * *---> A very good singer. Can sing just about anything with ease and style.


• Michael Johns * * *.75---> A little Aussie, a little bit rock, and little bit blues. This guy is cool!


• Chikezie * * *---> Sounds like your average male pop singer. Good, but nothing exciting. I think he should have been voted off instead of Danny because he has no originality, no sparkle.


• Brooke White * * *.5---> Another good folk singer. Love the hair!


• Syesha * * *.75---> How do you spell it? S-YES-sha! This girl can sing (with a 'fro!)


• Ramiele Malubay * * *.75---> I can't believe the voice that comes out of this tiny girl! Wow! But I do think that she needs to step it up a notch, her music is getting kind of boring...


• Carly Smithson * * * *---> This Irish chick has got it going on! She can really belt it out! Awesome!


• Amanda Overmyer * * * *---> Rock on! She's a nurse, but she has a very slick rocker style. Love it!


• Kristy Lee Cook * *.5---> One word: -B-O-R-I-N-G! She can sing okay, but she is totally forgettable. Asia'h should have stayed in her place, in my highly acclaimed opinion.

Now I want to know what YOU think! Do you agree with my opinions and ratings? Do you have a different idea? Who is YOUR favorite? Anyone want to take my bet;)? Let me know and post your ideas HERE!

GO GREEN GALLERY

Help The Weekly Harold welcome in spring with a totally new green look and a totally new green challenge!

We could all use a little bit more green in our lives, right? So tell me: what are your favorite green items? Fresh leaves, green grapes, money? Let me know so I can post your green pics in The Weekly Harold's new GO GREEN GALLERY. Just add a comment to this post with a list of what your favorite green things are and your ideas will appear in next week's gallery! Above are a couple of my own favorite green things to get you started...PEACE!

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