I am Harriette. I play guitar and I really like it. I sing in a band too, but I wouldn't bother looking us up just yet.
My sister's interpretation of me:
I pretend to be serious... but if you have met me (which I hope you have rather than just sitting at home staring at my Myspace pictures. At least leap over to Facebook, I have one of those too and it will help you with your research for that unauthorised boigraphy you are writing of me) then you will know that I am so far from it it's insane. In, yes, the membrane. I mean come on, one of our rittle groups greatest plans was deciding to build a cubby house to shield us from the sunlight during lunch time. MAFS A!
For two years I was really obsessed with bands like Panic at the Disco and Paramore and The Academy Is... and even Fall Out Boy, but now I hardly ever listen to them. And I STILL haven't taken down the posters I put on my bedroom walls in year nine. I fear that my wall will suffer withdrawel symptoms if I do take them down, so I am waiting until I move house in a few weeks so that I won't have to make awkward conversation with the bare walls.
I'm not particularly interested in school. I really just CANNOT grasp scientific concepts, which is why I don't do any. MAFS A is my best friend. English is up there too, but without Mrs Kiolle, whatever will I do?
I once met a guy whose best friend told me: "You should really get Ian's number, You're the most fantastic girl he's ever met." The least I could have done was Facebook the poor guy. For all I know, French sailing instructers rake in billions.
ENOUGH SERIOUSNESS! I CAN'T STAND IT!
