I turn twenty in three days.

Dear Fleur.
I went to class tonight. I don't have to teach on Wednesdays right now, but I have to on Mondays. Thirty little kids. Gah. So I am thankful for Wednesdays. It's like a break.
I have a bruise on my knee.
It hurts.

Summer has started. I am through three books already. And making birthday presents like crazy. Anyone up for constellations? Oui, they're that cool.
I like purple right now.
Especially purple yarn.
I wish I had some.

So.
Shiloh.
Yeah, that's all I'm saying about that.

I have Anna's cookies in my bedroom. And I was going to have a tea party and share them with my sisters, till I realized that none of my sisters are home. Two in Eugene. One at a sleepover. And I am a dork, sitting in my kitchen all alone and drinking earl grey and eating Anna's. With a bruise on my knee. Staring at star charts.
I wish I could paint my nails blue.

I was thinking that if Kirsten Bean was here, she would be eating Anna's with me and teaching me to cable knit.
I am in the weirdest mood.
But I really need to go and adapt some bilingual story into a play for The Summer Reading Program. And I don't even speak Spanish.

I just remembered that I'm going to have to make a giant paper mâché coyote head and a red cape with a hood.
All the while looking at stars and growing older.

Love Bell.