I want a Sweet & Good day.

Yesterday I was a Koala Bear. And yesterday I had a good hair day. And yesterday I kept my fingers warm.

BUT YESTERDAY WE LOST OUR GAME.

(And I got hit in the left side of my face.)

Bother.

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Today I’m wearing a blouse with a big floppy BOW on the front of it. And today I’m having another good hair day. And today I get to sit and make Christmas presents for hours.

BUT TODAY MY FINGERS ARE VERY COLD.

(And my head is hurting and my ears are red because making gifts for boys is 10x harder than making gifts for girls.)

Oh DEAR.

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I want to have a good day today. (Like my hair.) So I’m going to try really hard to make it sweet. It will have tea. Christmas gifts. Felt. UGG boots. Romeo and Juliet. Sweaters. Writing. Painting. Letters to Livy.Love. Flowers. And my typewriter. Clicking away on my typewriter always makes my day a good one. And smelling nice. Maybe I’ll put some Belle Fleur on. My words from a typewriter and smelling nice. Good day it will be then.

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

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.

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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?)

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I have to say,

I ♥ Fancy hats right now.

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

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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♥.

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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.

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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.

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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.)

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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)

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.

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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.

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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.

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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).

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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.

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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.

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***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.

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Love.

-Bella.dear

My face hurts.

Happy Veteran’s Day.

(GOOGLE is so smart.)

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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?

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Poofy hair today.

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

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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♥.)

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Love.

-Bella.dear

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.)

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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.)

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I kind of love plaid this morning.

I want to wear that BANANA REPUBLIC scarf again.

But it’s not that cold.

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I taught someone to tie a tie yesterday.

EVERY BOY SHOULD KNOW HOW TO TIE A TIE.

It’s pretty darn important.

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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.

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Now off to put my neckties away,

find that scarf,

read some KEATS,

and paint.

Love.

-Bella.dear

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,

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Some Rooibos and OPERA. (I ♥ Rooibos.)

And then the cul-de-sac.

Love.

-Bella.dear