Josiah James.

Dear Fleur.
This is Josiah James. He pretty much rules my head today. No joke. I am singing his songs even though I don't know them.

His music makes me happy.
And I am writing a story while listening to this song. But I kind of want it to be a movie. If I ever go into film, Josiah's music will be in my movies. But first I have to get into college screenwriting...
My story is about a potter with ugly hands. So not original. At least I don't think it is. The idea is cliche. To me.
This song is anything but though.

I am going to go and dance in the rain and maybe make a loaf of bread now. And sing that song.
Love Bells.

I want that crown.

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Dear Fleur.

I got out my Narnia books the other day. I've been dying for the next movie to come out. Even though they didn't follow the plot-line. Loser[ish].

I've been deciding what to make/buy Mandy for her Birthday. 33 days left baby. And I've only started one gift. Ugh. I am such a bad sister. But. I have some gorgeous ideas so far. Reallllyyyy gorgeous ideas actually.
They kind of involve Narnia. Kind of. Well, you'll hear about it.
Ooo. And Where The Wild Things Are. I am so throwing that in there somewhere.

Now I'm going to go work on some of those gifts. I'll probably finish that one. And get started on that other one. And dream of the really good one.
Learning to love paint these next few weeks. And I need more magazines. AND GLITTER. Don't forget the Sparkling pink lemonade.

Love. Bella.

PostScript: I found my black work shoes yesterday. Chuck Taylors all the way.
And.
I came home with a "Taylor Swift" dress. It's a bit of a story. But that's what it is. (I hate Taylor Swift.)

the neighbor's lilacs bloomed, our's have not yet.

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dear fleur.
i want to paint today. sounds good, no? maybe tandy will let me do this to her. that would be gorgeous.
and.
i want to make myself a little book of all my favourite facebook statuses from my friends. that is going to be just as gorgeous.

fact: rockstar energy drinks are grooooooosssssss.

i have not been having the best days lately. yesterday was tiring. a killer hill workout, and then tandy&i had to walk home. joy. rubber legs and a 2 mile skip back to my house up another hill? no problem.
and.
lately i watched too many fighting movies by myself.

fact: going into 7-eleven by yourself because your little sister doesn't have shoes on is b-a-d. you feel like you're going to get mugged for sure.

now i need to go eat homemade toast.
and.
sit outside surrounded by lilac blossoms.
and.
look for my paint.
love, bella.

the sparks went down the bathroom sink, and my heart is sewed onto prince albert's face.

dear fleur.
we went on a movie kick yesterday. watched Henry Poole Is Here & The Young Victoria. i have always loved the first one.
the second one blew me away.

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i think whoever made it should live the rest of their life having their feet kissed. they are brilliant. they are adorably brilliant.
and the
actors
are
looooooooovvvvvvvveeeeely.

did i mention i loved it?

she was completely delightful. and the way he fell in love with her was positively sweet.

i am so happy.
love, bella.

PostScript: this morning, i blew up my favourite curling iron. i wonder how my day will go.

Moving Pictures.

Dear Fleur.
One day I watched a movie that is now my favourite.

Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day.

And now it's sitting in a box right behind me.
You know what I'll be doing tonight.
Love, Bella.

EDIT: I went to Coos Bay. Didn't get to see the beach. But I could smell it. And that's close enough for me. Not exactly pockets full of sand, but they were full of Hayward Field's track. But that's another blog post...