There was once a theatre troupe that stood my town up…

My face still hurts.

Oh well…

***TO MY FACE***

Please stop getting in the soccer ball’s way.

Thank you.

***

:::

Yesterday I went and babysat some little children. I got to colour with them. I never realized how amazing CRAYOLA is. The names of the crayons are stunning and witty and marvelous.

***MY FAVOURITE CRAYOLA CRAYONS***

Chestnut

Tickle Me Pink

Dandelion

Apricot

Purple Pizzazz

Cadet Blue

Periwinkle

Sepia

Purple Mountain’s Majesty

Lavender

Melon

and

Salmon.

***

:::

Miss Tandy and I went to indoor practice. We got stuck practicing at the tennis courts.

***TAKE INTO CONSIDERATION WHEN JOINING AN INDOOR SOCCER TEAM***

Small town

=

No places that will let you kick soccer balls around inside.

***

And it snowed earlier. And we ended up playing on a sheet of ice. NOT SO GRAND. But at least we’ll be the most balanced team in our game on Sunday(literally).

:::

Last night there was supposed to be a Shakespeare fest at the High School. The actors didn’t show. Imagine that. I was so upset. I felt like crying in my little black dress and blue tights. I want to see a theatrical production so bad. And to see one by Shakespeare…that would of been darling. But it wasn’t. Because of the troupe. The troupe who stood my town up.

I AM FRUSTRATED WITH ACTORS.

:::

We decided to have a cookie-off in our kitchen with Daryel, Jorge, and Mikhal for consolation of lack of theatre troupes. It sort of worked. I laughed a lot. And we have a plate full of cookies that nobody wants. But I am still mad at the actors.

***NOTE TO ALL LADIES***

Don’t let boys bake cookies by themselves if they’ve never done it before.

***

:::

***THE MORAL***

Actors are upsetting.

Some boys cannot bake.

CRAYOLA has snazzy employees.

Indoor is worth it, but cold.

And your face is going to get hurt every so often.

***

:::

Love.

-Bella.dear

My face hurts.

Happy Veteran’s Day.

(GOOGLE is so smart.)

•

My new PUMA shoes are sprucey. I think they’re almost broken in.

I think my face is almost broken too. The left side at least. By the end of indoor, I am going to have some serious bruising on that cheek. How many times can you get hit on your face?

•

Poofy hair today.

•

Miss Kirstie Rae, YOU’LL HAVE A PACKAGE SOON. That little gift I’m making, IS DONE.

•

I think I’ll go and read my copy of WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE that my Papa brought me home.

(I HEART my Daddy♥.)

•

Love.

-Bella.dear

To my Papa. From the girl in PUMA shoes.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY.

I LOVE YOU.

I love the way you are always sweet with me. And how you give me special things. And when you eat my food off of my plate even when I tell you “NO.” I love your manly skills (i.e. wood chopping, fixing, building…). And the way you laugh at us. And how you let me steal your socks.

I just love you.

You’re better that pie.

(That’s pretty darn good.)

Happy birthday Papa.

I HEART YOU.

♥

I’ve had a lot of little thoughts in my head about

LOVE

&

short stories

&

happiness.

Then I ran across this music video.

(Who doesn’t love Michael Buble?)

And I wanted to write even more.

I will never run out of stories about people finding the sweetest thing in life.

NEVER.

Love.

-Bella(The KOALA BEAR. I’m wearing my PUMAS right now.)

New shoes are like candy.

Today was the first game of indoor soccer.

I HEART THE INDOOR CENTER.

We lost.

4-5.

Not too shabby.

I had no idea what I was doing.

It was sprucey though.

I can’t wait to play next Sunday(When I actually know what I’m doing).

I got new shoes today.

Indoor soccer cleats.

New shoes are like candy.

Or pie.

So good.

So sweet.

I’ve already worn them for 3 hours.

I almost want to sleep in them.

(♥ PUMAS).

Tomorrow is my Papa’s birthday.

And I will help make carrot cake.

And tell him I love him.

And waltz around in indoor shoes.

Think of that…celebrating my Daddy’s birthday in my indoor soccer cleats.

I LOVE it.

Love.

-Bella.dear

p.s. My indoor name is KOALA BEAR.

And I don’t know why.

(Boys are weird.)

Can you tie your tie Mister?

I GET TO PAINT TODAY.

JEALOUS MUCH?

(I WOULD BE.)

↔

We’re finishing up our indoor soccer jerseys.

TIE-DYE all the way.

And hand painted names and numbers.

(I hope we can be the 3 Italians.)

↔

I kind of love plaid this morning.

I want to wear that BANANA REPUBLIC scarf again.

But it’s not that cold.

↔

I taught someone to tie a tie yesterday.

EVERY BOY SHOULD KNOW HOW TO TIE A TIE.

It’s pretty darn important.

↔

We went to a football game last night.

My feet got cold in those sparkly green flats.

And we lost.

While I had cold feet.

Bother.

↔

Now off to put my neckties away,

find that scarf,

read some KEATS,

and paint.

Love.

-Bella.dear

I think John Keats would of liked it when the ladies wore pretties in their hair.

We had some killer indoor practice last night. Our first game is on Sunday. THIS SUNDAY. I’m pretty darn excited if you can tell. I’m just not sure which shoes to wear. O dear. Shoes are so important. And I’m just not sure…

→

Dear shoes for indoor,

Where are you?

↓

I was on ETSY this morning. Obsessing over Which.Goose(click it) and all the lovely hair dandies they make. I adore hair dandies. (I’ve been trying to figure out if they’ll let me wear something in my hair during indoor. It’s not like they can kick me out if I have a flower pinned in my hair…right?)

→

Dear indoor people,

Can I wear my hair things in the games?

Please?

The last one is my favourite.

→

Dear Which.Goose,

I kind of LOVE you.

We(Miss Tandy, Ria, and I) had a discussion yesterday of what we thought boys might think when you wear something in your hair. I mean, do you guys really like it? Or do you walk about in wonderment of why ever the little ladies love to spritz up their hair with pins and flowers and butterflies? Really though, what do you think of it?

→

Dear boys,

Do you like my hair things?

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I THINK I’M TIRED OF UNO. JUST SAYING.

→

Dear UNO,

I hate you right now.

I think I will hide you.

↓

John Keats is still written all over my head. I LOVE that man. There is no one like him. I was reading one of his letters the other day, and this is what it said:

“I am afraid to write to her— to receive a letter from her— to see her handwriting would break my heart— even to hear of her anyhow, to see her name written, would be more than I can bear…If I had any chance of recovery, this passion would kill me…”

–To Charles Brown

1 November 1820

John Keats

→

Dear KEATS,

I HEART you.

But you already knew that.

↓

Now I’m off to figure out shoes, indoor rules concerning hair, KEATS, tie-dye later on, and breakfast.

Love.

-Bella.dear♥

I think I ate 5 of them…

LITTLE BOYS ARE FUNNY.

This is what my brother does in his spare time…

I HEART MY BROTHER.

•

I made Gingerbread cupcakes yesterday.

And who doesn’t HEART cupcakes?

Love.

-Bella.dear

p.s. I ate too many…

The [sub]keeper who listens to OPERA.

I have a compilation of  random things in my head.

So I’m just going to write them in bursts.

Don’t mind me please.

•

I’m kind of in love with writing on the right → side of my blog right now.

I

think

it’s

cute.

•

I feel really bad because we haven’t sent Miss Kirstie Rae her birthday package yet. Bother. It’s slightly overdue and belated by A WHOLE MONTH. It makes me think that I’m a bad friend. But I will send it off soon. I think. I hope. O dear.

•

BIG BIRD’S FEET ARE ON GOOGLE.

•

Copper pots are lovely.

I want them.

•

My face is still hurting—at least it’s not black&blue. But I still HEART indoor. It’s addicting.

We actually went and kicked milk jugs over in the cul-de-sac for 2 hours yesterday. I wonder what the people driving by thought of the 3 crazy barefoot girls in skirts trying to figure out how to aim a soccer ball at an angle. (I would have thought they were quite odd.)

•

I’m wearing a Plaid=Blue+White+Grey—BANANA REPUBLIC scarf.

•

Tea and Miss Tandy are in the kitchen.

•

What if there was a man who adored…potatoes? (No, seriously. I did think this up.) And he was just completely in love with them. His whole life was about them. He loved their colours—he had pictures of them on his walls. He loved to cook with them—mashed potatoes, french fries, scalloped, baked, all the rest of that jazz. He just plain loved them. And his name was Benjamin. And he had hair the colour of Yukon Golds. And eyes like dark coloured Russets. And he was in love with potatoes. And of course there will be a girl…

•

I HEART carpet bags

and

Mary Poppins

today.

•

I really need to practice my keeper skills for indoor. (They want me to be the [sub]keeper.)

And my shooting skills.

And my juggling skills.

And my defensive skills.

And my soccer skills.

But I mostly need to practice the keeper skills.

So I’ll probably be in the cul-de-sac.

But first,

↓

Some Rooibos and OPERA. (I ♥ Rooibos.)

And then the cul-de-sac.

Love.

-Bella.dear

Things I HEART.

We had indoor practice last night.

I got hit in the face.

TWICE.

But I’m still a very happy girl.

‘Cause we have a co-ed team.

And

I

HEART

INDOOR

SOCCER.

(Check out the → weather.

Because it’s cute.)

I HEART THE WEATHER too.

—It’s partly cloudy here.

Happy day.

Love.

-Bella.dear

To that one man.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR.JOHN KEATS.

That was the first thought in my head this morning. And it was a good thought.

And today will be a good day.

•I curled my hair for John Keats.

•I’m going to watch xc Districts in my jeans.

•It’s John Keats’ Birthday.

•It’s only supposed to rain on AWARDS.

•I get to carry my red umbrella.

•It’s John Keats’ birthday.

•Trouser socks are in my drawer.

•CHOCOLATE MILK.

•It’s John Keats’ birthday.

•My voice is ready for some cheering.

•Did I mention it’s KEATS’ birthday?

•

•

I HEART HIM.

•

“I cannot see what flowers are at my feet…”

-Ode To A Nightingale.

“Point me out the way to any one particular beautous star, and I will flit into it…”

-HYPERION: A Fragment. BOOK III.

“…Like pearl beads dropping sudden from their string: and then another, then another strain…”

-HYPERION: A Fragment. Book II.

“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness…”

-ENDYMION: From BOOK I.

•

And that is why.

Now I’m off to a cup of tea and letters written by Mr.KEATS.

Love.

-Bella.dear