Long days

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She woke up unhappy. She felt sick. So she put her red pillow over her head for a few minutes. But only a few minutes. Her feet got too hot in her Daddy’s socks. And she had to pull them off. And then she really had to wake up.

Ten minutes later she walked into the kitchen. Wearing a blue Ballet-Oregon tee shirt and jeans. She boiled some water in the kettle and ate a brownie for breakfast. Today was going to be a long day. She always ate chocolate when she knew it was going to be a long day. Then she drank a cup of Sweet Lemon tea and chatted with her “mon petit chou.” She spent some time on Forvo, pronouncing French properly. She wished for a frother. She really wanted a frother. And she lied to herself. The girl with the poofy hair and ceramic mug lied to herself. She said,

“I am not sick.”

But she knew it was a lie. So she gave it up. And went to make herself another cup of tea–with honey. Even though she hated honey. And study French. And write in her novel. And start her long day. It was going to be a long day.

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Love.from

-Bella

Sherlock Holmes (I HEART ROBERT DOWNEY JR.)

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The seats were awfully uncomfortable. But she crossed her legs and tried her best. Her jeans were comfortable. And slipping her shoes off and leaving her socks on was comfortable. And even though her hair was a mess, she was comfortable with how she looked. But those seats…there should have been a law against them. Movie theatre seats were supposed to want to make you stay there. They were not supposed to make you want to sit on the floor.

She was tired. Her eyes were sleepy. And she almost didn’t want to be there.

The man behind her was intolerably annoying. He laughed at all the wrong parts. The sad parts. And when an actual pun was intended, he missed it. It drove her mad. She wished for earmuffs. Or for him to leave. Or something.

It should have been a horrible time. But it wasn’t.

The movie saved itself. It was brilliant. The actors were adorable. The script was witty. And the filming was to die for. She loved it. Sitting in that uncomfortable movie theatre seat, wearing socks without shoes, looking like she had just woken up, and sleep falling from her eyes, she really did fall in love with it.

And the girl in the jeans with the messy hair left the movie theatre happy. Even though she had wanted to sit on the floor.

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Love.from

-Bella

Tulips on the table.

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Laria got the LANDON AUSTIN INTERVIEW up this morning.

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I spent 48 minutes reading a driver’s manual while wearing a pale blue Banana Republic sweater and drinking chai tea earlier.

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I have a bright RED skirt and little green earrings on.

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Yesterday I spent most of my time drinking a Caffe Americano from STARBUCKS with a good friend who has chocolate eyes.

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I cannot for the life of me get over Nelson Mandela’s neckties in that movie.

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My fingers are cold.

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My heart is happy this morning.

So I’m telling you to:

(Photo via NotebookDoodles)

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My Daddy just walked in the door with tulips.

(Flowers for my Mother, but my eyes will eat them up.)

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And I found some more words for those little stories of mine.

But they’re works in progress.

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Love.from

-Bella

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Friday Street

My head is dancing with stories lately.

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They walked side by side. The sun was halfway melting below the hill they were trekking up. The sidewalk burned her bare feet. She wore a little brown dress with eyelets and a big bow tied around her waist. Long silver earrings dangled from her tiny ears. Her butter coloured hair was falling out of the careless bun she had managed to put it in. He didn’t touch her. They were close. But not too close. He had the habit of rubbing the palms of his large hands on the front of his jeans. He continually flipped his head nervously to the side. He never looked her in the eye.

“Do you really know where we’re going?” she said. It was a playful little question. But she was really beginning to doubt if he actually did know how to get back.

“Of course.” he replied. “We’re almost there.”

She only sighed and eyed his shoes with jealousy. He only laughed. They finally made it over the crest of the hill, and to her relief, she could see the street sign. Never had she loved the name on that sign more. He hated it. It meant his time with her was over. He had thought about taking her on a few more wrong turns, but his worry for her poor feet was more than his selfish desire to be with her alone. Their pace quickened. He felt like crying. He wanted to hold her hand. But he wasn’t brave enough. She could only think of how much her feet were killing her.

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It comes from something I did once with Sammy. Nothing really like that–with exception of the long walk and bare feet. I just couldn’t get those two out of my head. I spotted a couple like them the other day. Just standing there. So adorable together. I love it when I see things like that. Two people that I can throw into a story of mine. Now that is jolly.

Love.from

-Bella

My copper pots and pans.

Yesterday I wished for

shiny

COPPER

POTS

&

PANS.

(It’s something to do with a little story.)

♥

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

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

FRIDAY (with TONY and Ria.)

its FRIDAY.

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Dear DOLCE &GABBANA,

i wish you smelled as good on me as you do on Ria.

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Dear cantoloupe,

you’re pretty darn scrumptious.

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Dear hard workout today,

i think i’m ready for you.

you can’t be that hard.

well maybe…

or else you wouldn’t be called

HARD.

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Dear West Side Story,

you rock my socks off. and there is nothing in the world like you. you are a MASTERPIECE. and i just have to say, I ♥ TONY. and everyone should HEART him too.

(i wish i could see you on Broadway. 8 o’clock, NY, Palace Theatre, TONIGHT. but i suppose i’ll have to settle for the couch and Ria and the film.)

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Dear Christmas gifts,

you are making my head hurt.

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Dear Mr.Dante and his RUBIKS cube,

you’ll solve it someday dear.

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Dear bicycle,

i’m kind of upset that you broke. you make my face turn red. and my ears turn red.

fix yourself.

just kidding. i’ll try to fix you. but Papa will have to do most of the work.

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Dear boys jeans,

why O why do Miss Tandy and Ria each get a pair of you and i do not? i don’t think that’s quite fair. do you?

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Dear Ria,

let’s play Project Runway today sweetheart.

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Dear story,

you

are

scrumptious.

(one of my favourites.)

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much love.

-Bella

xoxoxoxo

magical forts in the backyard…

Ria and i spent a bit of time yesterday building a fort.

it was magical.

i think everyone secretly loves forts in their hearts.

you just have to.

(i wrote a story with a fort in it once…)

all this fort building is really making me want Where The Wild Things Are.

i need that book.

and i’m tired of looking for it.

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on another note, Miss Tandy and i played an amazing game of soccer yesterday.

i think we should practice in the cul-de-sac sometime today.

(maybe dear? please?)

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but no hunting for books and dreaming of forts and practicing soccer right now.

right now i get to eat muffins.

and you should be jealous.

because Ria made them.

and she’s a scrumptious baker.

love.

-Bella

xoxoxo

Older brothers and Wild Things.

we went and cut wood today. Popi, Ria, and i. my feet were cold. i love cold feet. Ria hated her cold feet.

it was hard.

(just so the world knows, girls were not made to cut wood.)

THEY JUST WEREN’T.

and a little advice to all those people planning on having their first child:

HAVE A BOY.

because older brothers make everything better.

(especially when the wood needs to be cut.)

i did like riding in the truck though. and heaving all those logs in the back wasn’t completely awful. i’m not complaining. i’m just wishing for an older brother (but the amazing wood cutting abilities that he would come with wouldn’t be too shabby either…). i guess what i mean to say is this:

•girls are for cooking and wearing aprons and singing and dancing with and to look sweet.

•guys are for cutting wood (and to fall in love with i suppose).

•trucks are loud.

•if you’re going to have 4 little ladies in your family, it would be smart to have a boy first.

•wood cutting is necessary.

•knitted socks are wonderful.

•AND OLDER BROTHERS ARE ONE OF THE BEST THINGS IN EVER.

(so if you’re an older brother, THANK YOU. you are so lovely.)

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i’ve been searching the house for a copy of Where The Wild Things Are. Mother hid it and forgot where she put it. and i need it. i have this little project going, and O i need it.

bother.

i’ll just have to look harder.

(they’re making it into a film. i really want to see it now.)

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i’ve been busy making musicals in the cul-de-sac with Miss Tandy and Ria, writing my heart out, looking for Wild Things (*wink*), watching BIG FISH, and running about in knitted red socks.

life is good.

love.

-Bella.dear