Ophelia the Opera Singer.

I have been playing Rend Collective Experiment without ceasing for the past three days. It is making my life one hundred times better, and that is not an exaggeration of sweetness, believe me.
I woke up this morning, and it was still slightly dark, and I simply fell back asleep. I didn't care. It felt so good.

I dreamed that I was watching this little boy, and the parents came home, but he and I were having such a good time that I didn't leave right away. His parents came and sat on this mound of pillows we were on, and they looked at our pictures we had painted.
Then I told the little boy a story.
I could make the illustrations in the air with my fingers. And they moved.
It was a story about a woman who lived alone on top of the highest mountain of ever. She was lonely, and an excellent singer. In fact, she was the best opera singer the world had never known. Only the mountain goats listened to her arias. But the tip top of the mountain was slightly bent, and it dripped down to the ground far below. So one day the opera singer had a brilliant idea and she started blowing hot air onto the tip, making it melt faster. Because she had such magnificent lung capacity, it only took six years for her to melt the mountain to a point where she could climb down without the risk of too great an injury. She ends up with lots of bruises on her knees, but she does get down and she makes it to the opera house in New York and she becomes amazingly famous.
After the story was finished, the Dad of the little boy handed me five hundred dollars and the mother wrapped her arm around my shoulder and then I walked out to my car and then Mandy woke me up to get ready for school.
That was one of the best stories I have ever made.

Yesterday I made lemon curd, so tonight after homework and bubble tea there is a lemon tart waiting for me. And while I painstakingly try to make the illustrations to this piece as perfect as they were in my dream, I will listen to possibly Gungor and enjoy life in the evening while the incredible Oregon sun sets.

I wish I could explain to everyone on this planet how incredible my life is these days.
I want to share it with everyone.

Blue ribbon.

Dear Fleur.
So.
(My littler sister has been writing a story. She uses "so" like it's syrup on her pancakes.)
I went to a concert the other night. A little shin-dig. In an indoor skate park. And the way I would describe it is this:
Elvis Screamed In My Ears.
I think, when you sing Heartbreak Hotel, it's supposed to make someone feel good. Instead, I felt like saying, "Let's blow this popsicle stand."
I don't know if I like rock-n-roll. I might say that I listen to positively too much opera to like rock-n-roll. Maybe.
And I might mention, wearing pearls and J.Crew pants to a skate park...you feel like a prep who's going to get mugged any second. But you also feel Mmazing.

(Love the blue ribbon. I have one too. Child abuse prevention month.)

Now I think I'll go listen to some real music. Puccini. Or The Beatles. Maybe some Damien Rice...
Love.
Bella.