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Today is:

HANGING UP CHRISTMAS LIGHTS ON THE ROOFTOP.

twinkle.
twinkle.
twinkle.

(I think John Keats would have been in love with Christmas lights.)

and

Pumpkin Pie in the fridge.

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Yesterday was:

Red sweaters.

and

Sardines.

and

Purple scarves.

and

Almost crying because my fingers were frozen.

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Love.from

-Bella♥

Losing WAR at 10 o’clock at night.

Today is another frustrating little piece of life. But I’ll deal with it. ‘Cause KEATS is in my hands. And he knew how I feel today. He practically wrote it:

“…And no birds sing.”

-La Belle Dame Sans Merci: XII by John Keats

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On another note, we lost our indoor game. Even though I put Kirsten & Stephanie’s names on my arms. Bother. And Mr.GreenXBOXshirt elbowed me in the left side of my face & my nose. Even more bother. But I had a sprucey time being a KOALA BEAR and helping Dolphin Boy in goal.  And I got to wear my PUMAs♥. And then we watched Little Manhattan later that night. And I played 4 games of WAR with Jorge and lost all of them. And everything got better.

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I need to make today happy. So I think I’ll try really hard. I’m already wearing bright colours. And sparkly, dangling green earrings. And I think I’ll go put a little DOLCE & GABBANA on–smelling nice usually makes things better. And I’ll drink some tea. And knit. And eat popcorn. And listen to Laria sing some Switchfoot. And write in love stories I’m working on. And find happy pieces of KEATS.

And then today will be good.

And the birds will sing.

Love.

-Bella

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…

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Dear shoes for indoor,

Where are you?

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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?)

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Dear indoor people,

Can I wear my hair things in the games?

Please?

The last one is my favourite.

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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?

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Dear boys,

Do you like my hair things?

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

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Dear UNO,

I hate you right now.

I think I will hide you.

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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

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Dear KEATS,

I HEART you.

But you already knew that.

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

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

It’s FRIDAY and I have sweeet things in my head.

Dear Yesterday,

You weren’t the best day.

PING-PONG was fun.

Tennis was hard.

And the Dentist was horrid.

But I have to say,

I LOVED THE RUNNING.

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Dear People who have chosen “Tooth Care” to be their life,

I feel sorry for you.

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Dear John Keats,

I am in LOVE with you. Really I am. I don’t know how you did it. How you wrote the things you wrote. It is AMAZING. I would go back in time just to marry you. Just to meet you actually. Tomorrow is going to be grand. I will wish you happy birthday. And I will read ENDYMION almost all day. And I will wear your name somehow(I want to do something poetic…).

I HEART YOU.

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Dear people who have been wanting a sweet tid-bit(If there are any),

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He was at least 7 feet away from her when he got down on one knee. It was ironic in a way. He was proposing, he wanted to spend the rest of his life close to her, and he was asking her to marry him from 7 feet away. She laughed at how absurd it seemed at the time. She had never expected him to do this. Not here, not in the middle of the street. But as he knelt there, holding out the ring to her, wearing his starched white shirt,

with his hair a mess,

and his italian leather shoes being scuffed on the asphalt because his knees were shaking,

she realized he was doing it.

And she realized no matter how absurd it was, she had wanted him to do it for the past month. No—she had wanted him to do it from the moment she met him. And this was that moment. And she could say yes. So she did. And the young lady in the periwinkle coloured dress,

and the red heels,

with the strawberry coloured hair piled on top of her head,

and the quivering hands,

ran to him.

In the middle of the street.

And then they kissed.

And the cars kept going.

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I like it. Do you?

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Dear left leg,

I wish you were less bothersome.

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Dear sunflower blanket,

you are grand.

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Dear poofy hair,

You are my favourite.

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Dear IMC Districts tomorrow,

I will wear my jeans to you. And curl my hair. And take mile splits. And hold my red umbrella. And cheer. And I will be sure to love you.

Because who doesn’t love Districts?

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Love.

-Bella.dear

Soccer till 10 o’clock at night while the chocolate milk waits at home? YES PLEASE.

I’m feeling better today.

(My hair is poofy. And yes, that could have something to do with my “betterness.”)

Yesterday was snazzy. Though I was upset for part of the day.

I painted on the kitchen floor.

Read KEATS for 3 hours.

Wanted to run.

Talked to myself.

Made up a grand story.

Coughed.

Fixed my hair over and over and over again.

And then I went played soccer in the tennis courts in a J.Crew vest and black tights till 10 o’clock at night.

So…

it was a good day. Even though my toes hurt this morning and my fingers are still cold.

Today will be darling.

I get to run.

I want to paint some more.

Tea is in the kitchen.

Did I mention my hair is poofy?

WE HAVE CHOCOLATE MILK.

My feet are cold. (O yay.)

And I want to wear bright colours.

So…

Today will be lovely.

Tomorrow, not so much.

1 word.

DENTIST.

So…

I will have to make the best of tomorrow.

But I will have a good sweet tid-bit for you tomorrow.

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.

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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.

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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.

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everyone

is

still

asleep

in

my

house.

it’s really quiet.

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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.

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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.

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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….

loving that man.

i still have Keats on my mind.

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"A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never 
Pass into nothingness..."

-ENDYMION, from book I by: John Keats.

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i am so in love with him.

love.

-Bella

-John Keats

i went to sleep last night holding my pair of tap shoes, the strains of MOON RIVER sounding in the next room, the smell of tea tree oil about me, and the words of John Keats in my head.

i found out yesterday that they are making a film on John Keats. it’s called Bright Star. i LOVE John Keats. he is my favourite poet. and i want to see that film. O so badly. and they are making it. and it comes out this fall. and it is fall right now.

i was happy.

i woke up upset this morning.

i felt like i was going to be unhappy for some reason. and soon enough, i was.

we found out that Bright Star is not “coming to a theater near you.” (i.e. i cannot see it in theaters.) i am very upset. O so upset. because i ♥ John Keats. really i do. if there was one person i could go back in time to meet, it would be him. i LOVE him.

but i can wait. i can wait for that film to come out so we can rent it, and then i can wake up at 2 o’clock in the morning and watch it with Miss Tandy and Lala mia while the rest of the house is silent.

then i will be happy.

but for now i’ll be upset.

and watch the trailer over and over and over again.

(i’m already in LOVE with it.)

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this is why i don’t want to wait for Keats:

"Bright star! would I were stedfast as thou art--

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

And watching, with eternal lids apart,

Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,

The moving waters at their priestlike task

Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,

Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors --

No -- yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,

Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

And so live ever -- or else swoon to death."

-Sonnet (written on a blank page in Shakespeare’s Poems) by: John Keats.

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but i can wait. i can wait to rent that film. because it will be worth it. it will. and my little book of Keats is enough for now. so i can wait. i can wait.

love.

-Bella.dear