Dear Fleur.
My hair's a big mess today. And I'm wearing eyeliner and mascara which I usually don't do. I have to file for financial aid. AGAIN. Nice church service this morning. Week of Prayer and Fasting started. Tulips on the table. And I decided to read Daniel again this week and write Charlie Meets The Sky. Maybe fixing the van. Trying to be a waitress. Cold hands. Good dreams lately. And I like wearing blouses these days. And I need a nice oak frame for the picture Victoria gave me; so I can hang it up. I'll paint more. Draw pictures. School. And I want to stargaze tonight. Maybe I'll convince Tazza to bundle up and we can lay on the lawn together.
I really want the flowers to grow back. So I can make a flower crown.
But all I have is bird earrings.
It'll do.
Dear Fleur.
This morning was a french lesson over skype with Victoria. I adore her. She taught me how to say kiss and the colours. I like yellow and blue the best. Pink is too hard to say.
I was so glad that skype actually worked. It only works when we have the snowball now. So merci Nat for leaving it. And to Rog, for bringing it. One day I'll write you a letter in French or something else darling like that...
English breakfast tea. Did you know we have sugar cubes? They're 10 times cuter than loose sugar.
Today I have to do Art History homework with Tazza. Write Taite Isabeau a letter. Paint. Find le petit camera. Drink more tea. Possibly take a trip to Costco(I have some happy notes to hide). Read all three of my copies of The Little Prince. Make a book list for India. I want to write today. Really write. I need to fix one story. But there's another in my head that I need to get out. I blogged about it once. I need to find it again. We should got o the post office too.
But now there's laundry to do.
Love Bella.
Dear Fleur.
Once in a rare blue moon our friends will randomly fix their schedules and come visit us. It's always crazy when they do it. Some people tell us they're coming. Some people don't(These people get in big trouble).
It is always amazing.
Everyone's visit is different. Sometimes it's softball and goodwill and parks. Sometimes it's pizza and kitchens and redbox. Sometimes it music and music and music. They are all different. And I love them all.
One time, Nat and Roger and Andrew all came to see us. That was a music trip. Lots of music. I usually don't like the music trips the best.
I don't do music.
But this was a good trip. Roger gave me a present. Well, actually, Roger gave me a person. I just call her a present.
When we first started going to Calvary Chapel, the Pastor couldn't for the life of him remember my name. He just couldn't. He would scratch his head and then pretend he remembered and say, Good morning Victoria.
He thought my name was "Victoria."
I thought that was hilarious.
He thought that for 6 weeks or something. Even though I corrected him.
He finally got it right a little while ago. I think he has it right. Actually, he doesn't say my name much. For all I know, I could still be Victoria in his head. And I'm o.k. with that.
Roger gave me the real Victoria.
And she's gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. She likes pastels. And making forts. And she speaks French. Gah. I love her. That's her, at the top of this post.
That's her.
And she's kind of already mine.
We might even meet. We might even meet next weekend. I am going to where she lives. I really want to meet her. I really want to kiss her on the cheek and tell her I love her.
Because I do.
I love her.
She has brown eyes. I adore brown eyes.
Love Bella.
