I am done with today.
I was at school for 9 hours. And I didn't even do my Art History exam because my teacher got sick and it was canceled.
I thought about youth this morning. And drank iced tea while Mandy was in math.
I also had some good stuff in my head about Joel. But I can't write it right now. I'm not articulate enough.
Finals is in 1 week. Bah. My last essay is on the effects of married women learning to cook. I'm going Julia Child on my teacher.
We'll see how it goes.
Tomorrow:
Skype date with Hana Rachel.
Baking.
Homework.
Art History cramming with Mandy.
Laundry.
Homework.
Bicycling.
Track&Field in the high school. Hallway runs.
Homework.
Tea.
Prayer.
Homework.
Alright. Goodnight. I am just done with today.
I have been super busy.
I really don't even fix my hair anymore.
Mandy & I registered for classes on Saturday.
I'm in scriptwriting and early language & literacy and speech.
I woke up at 5 this morning to make a cake. It was kind of silly. I spent a long time on it. I've come to realize lately with Project Clothesless, I care more about food then what I'm wearing that day.
I look like a hippie now.
Tomorrow is Track too.
And I have to cram for Art History all morning. Gah.
Then teaching.
I so want to make bread.
At least I'm done my essay.
This will be crazy.
Please Paris get me through it.
Dear Fleur.
I've been doing Art History homework all day. Literally. Other than the times I took a break to draw men wearing neckties. And I was just completely inspired to draw a guy wearing a jean jacket via this picture. Which means I'll probably go sketch after this.
And watches. I need to draw watches more often.
Tonight I made baked apple dumplings. Then I almost started an oven fire. I drank chai tea too. And I'll probably make myself some dinner now. Tomato soup? Heck oui.
Never write a story with a lady who wears a pink dress covered in bows for the final scene. Honestly. It's torture for your ink pens. And your eyes. Neckties are easy. Fedoras are harder. Tiny bows? I want to scream.
Homework again. Gah, I'm sick of it. And soup.
Love Bells.
1. Really, really long hair. Down to my waist.
2. Wool socks.
3. NOT to do art history homework.
4. A nice pen.
5. Strawberry milkshakes.
and,
6. The entire State of W.A.
Dear Fleur.
I'm reading My Life in France by Julia Child. Love it. Absolutely love it.
Today I'm making brioche and wishing for real butter. I'm also mapping out more of Charlie Meets the Sky. It's mind-boggling. Where in the heck am I going to find a girl with big hips willing to dash through a field of corn. Where?
I like writing it though. (The outline at least). It's sweet. And musical. And the words are light.
Did I mention Charlie? He's supposed to be super tall and played by an Italian.
This story is a mess. I love it.
There is a blue barrette in my hair this morning. I have Art History homework. I need to spritz up my essay. Go to the post office. And we have to check the van out. Gah. There is a coaching test I need to take too. Today is going to be busy.
I've had a hankering to make puff pastry and chocolate souffles. But for that I need real butter and something like one dozen eggs. This is the moments I wish I lived on a farm.
Now for Charlie.
Love, Bells.
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.
