This is not an April Fools post.

Dear Fleur.
Killing myself reading Connor Grennan's "Little Princes" and filling out ECE class paperwork.
La is gone.
And I am being too nostalgic tonight. Remembering different times with hair cutting and fire lilies or pistachio ice cream or even tree climbing. Sometimes I think my brain will just stop going because I run out of room to remember. That's weird.
I get to teach little kids to read.
Someone needs to remind me tomorrow to wrap a package for the Beans. Maybe I'll just remind myself.
And not to be cheeky or anything, but I would like to put in a request that everyone stop getting married and starting relationships with each other. I know you're in love and all that wonderful stuff, but

it's driving me insane.

And it would be much nicer if you guys took turns and did it one at a time. Like, only one person per year. Not, I get notified on facebook that 80 of my friends have those pink hearts by their names all at once.
Thank you.
Tomorrow is Hans Christian Andersen's birthday.
But now I have to go pretend that no one I know likes each other and go to bed in my room where the lights don't work.
We have no extra lightbulbs. Zut alors.
Love Bell.