Laria

Laria is 20 years old today.

Dang it.

That’s a good age.

And I’m stuck at 18.

(You feel sweeter when you’re 20, I’m sure.)

♥

Dear Laria,

Happy Birthday.

I’m kind of in LOVE with you.

You’re pretty darn scrumptious.

“…I’ll eat you up, I love you so.”

You are

THE BEEZ KNEEZ.

Everything about you is the best.

I’m glad you’re mine.

Love.

From.

Bella

xoxoxo

♥

SURE PROOF

I can no more describe you/than I can put a thing for the first time/where it already is.

If I could make a ladder of light/or comb the hair of a dream girl with a real comb/or pour a table into a jug…

I’m not good at impossible things.

And that is why I’m sure/I will love you for my ever.

-Norman MacCaig

♥

I HEART MY LARIA.

If I could actually read a lick of French♥

7 DAYS.

O dear.

I better get crackin’.

1 gift down.

1 half done.

1 2/3 done.

And 1 in my head.

Laria,

be ready to love it.

…

We played an indoor game tonight.

We lost.

7-2.

And the man in the orange socks accidentally slapped me in the left side of my face.

(Who slaps a Koala Bear?)

…

I have to say,

I ♥ Fancy hats right now.

I think I need to go and write a bit with a hat or two.

…

I’m reading Les Miserables: Tome III.

IN FRENCH.

My Papa laughed at me.

And even though I really don’t understand it,

IT IS THE BEEZ KNEEZ♥.

…

Love.

-Bella(Koala Bear)

 

8 DAYS.

There’s only 8 more days.

I only have 1 gift done.

And 1 half done.

And another in my head.

Bother.

Ria,

you better love this.

♥

(We lost our game. 8-2. O dear. I got hit in the face. But we play again tomorrow. Maybe we’ll win. Maybe I won’t get hit in the face.)

Love.

-Bella

Let’s hope my face is safe today…

INDOOR SOCCER GAME TODAY.

I GET TO PLAY DEFENSE.

GOODNESS ME.

I CANNOT WAIT.

My goal:

Don’t get hit on the left side of my face.

…

9 Days till Laria’s birthday.

I’m struggling with my gifts.

And I only have 9 days.

That’s not a lot of time.

That reminds me:

“How much time do we have?”

“Not a lot.”

Love that movie.

But that little truth is weighing over my head, and it’s the size of a piano.

Birthdays…Bother.

…

I’m in my purple J.Crew sweater.

And there’s SNOW outside.

I just have to say,

LOVE LIFE.

(It’s better in sweaters.)

…

Now off to church. And tea. Gifts that aren’t nearly done. The indoor center. Belle Fleur.  Cold fingers+hands. And whatever else is thrown at me today—maybe a snowball.

Love.

-Bella(Koala Bear)

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.)

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.

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

I

think

it’s

cute.

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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.

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BIG BIRD’S FEET ARE ON GOOGLE.

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Copper pots are lovely.

I want them.

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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.)

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

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Tea and Miss Tandy are in the kitchen.

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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…

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I HEART carpet bags

and

Mary Poppins

today.

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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

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?

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I HEART HIM.

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“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.

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And that is why.

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

Love.

-Bella.dear

I paint when my face is red. Do you?

I’m upset.

I’m a little sick.

So my face is red.

(Because I’m upset.)

I can’t run when I’m sick. And that is one of the worst things in…EVER.

…

To console myself, I watched Sense and Sensibility with Ria yesterday.

[The new BBC version that just came out, written by: Andrew Davies and directed by: John Alexander.]

I ♥ that film.

I wait for my favourite part for the whole entire movie. Because my favourite part is practically the 3rd from last scene. O unlucky me. But it’s worth it. Because when I get to watch Edward propose to Eleanor….that’s probably one of my favourite films just because of that scene. Out all of the characters, those two are PERFECT.

…

My Good Earth tea quote is:

“The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself.”

-Mark Twain

1835-1910

That man was terribly smart. Even if he did swear a little too much for his own good.

…

everyone

is

still

asleep

in

my

house.

it’s really quiet.

…

We took a trip to the buy pumpkins when our Grandparents were here.

I wasn’t sick when I went to buy pumpkins.

*Pout*

I DO HEART PUMPKINS.

…

I think I shall go and fill my head with KEATS.

And make my fingers hurt from typing.

And maybe paint something.

TODAY FEELS LIKE A PAINTING DAY.

…

I think I’m getting better already.

That’s what Ponyboy would say.

love.

-Bella.dear

p.s. Only 4 more days till John Keats birthday. I’m so excited I could burst. Not literally. Actually, it kind of feels literal….

lovely little lady.

my Mother brought me home WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE yesterday. she borrowed it from the library.

i am kind of so happy.

i really needed that book.

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it was Miss Kirstie Rae’s birthday not too long ago. i blush to say that her package is awfully late. its still not even in the mail. but it is going to be filled with WONDER. and lots of other lovely things.

(really darling, i’m sorry its so late…)

i’m still not done the gift i’m making her. but i think i’m in love with it. i hope she falls in love with it too. i hope it makes

her heart jump

and her mouth laugh

and her pretty little hands shake with expectation.

i wish it would do that. because she’s so darn special to me. and i really want her to know that. really. she is pretty much my

BEST FRIEND.

not to mention she can milk a goat faster than i can say

“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”

now that’s talent.

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now i have to go and finish that sprucey little gift for that sprucey little lady

and read WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE

and dream of sunflowers.

(’cause i’m in love with sunflowers today.)

love.

-Bella.dear