Dear Fleur.
I feel like being a random flighty little girl today. Sounds like a plan.
Here we go.
I curled my hair this morning. And burned my left ear in the process.
I'm almost done reading Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day. And I started it this morning. And I'm already in love with it. AND I WANT TO BE WINIFRED WATSON.
My toenails are plum coloured.
We have mango salsa from Costco&Kettle chips. Yum.
My little brother decided that he's "fat."
I want to sew all day.
New story in my head. Outline: Fat girl. Not-fat boy falls in love with her. Chinese take-out. French cuisine. Chocolate cake. Traditional Italian pizza. In the kitchen. Loving yourself. Jogging. Thin girl with a sweet heart. Jealousy. All ends well over pasta.
Cold fingers.
Wanting a little yellow bird.
Madly in love with the idea of street soccer today. But no such luck.
Gavin DeGraw.
& nice lighting.
Taste of what's in my mouth with those chips and salsa:
"Miss Pettigrew didn't like Michael. She wanted Miss LaFosse to get married. Marriage was her best safeguard. But somehow or other it hadn't to be an ordinary marriage. She didn't want an ordinary marriage for Miss LaFosse. She wanted something happy and romantic and brilliant."
-Miss Pettigrew lives For A Day: by Winifred Watson.
Told you I would be random.
Now I'm off to sit on my kitchen floor and indulge in chocolate muffins and 1% milk.
No, I don't think I'm fat. They were out of 2%.
Love from Bella.
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Darling.
Dear Fleur.
Yesterday:
Did you know Petra Mathers understands love?
I bought one of her books.
And I read it while sitting on the floor.
Wearing a knitted grey sweater&black tights while listening to Gavin DeGraw.
Then later on I went to the grocery store in my older sister's little blue and white flowered nightie.
With messy hair.
And then we went to REDBOX.
And rented "Bright Star."
Did you know I think John Keats was the most brilliant man?
That movie was darling.
It made me cry in my bed at night.
And from now on,
I will struggle to write poetry,
start a 'butterfly farm' in my bedroom,
love,
kiss all my letters I write,
and sew on my bed.
Because I think Fanny Brawne was the most brilliant woman.
And I secretly want to be like her.
Did you know the stars were really pretty last night?
They were.
I looked up at them.
While standing in the cold.
Barefoot.
Heureux.
It felt good.
Love from Bella.
Yesterday:
Did you know Petra Mathers understands love?
I bought one of her books.
And I read it while sitting on the floor.
Wearing a knitted grey sweater&black tights while listening to Gavin DeGraw.
Then later on I went to the grocery store in my older sister's little blue and white flowered nightie.
With messy hair.
And then we went to REDBOX.
And rented "Bright Star."
Did you know I think John Keats was the most brilliant man?
That movie was darling.
It made me cry in my bed at night.
And from now on,
I will struggle to write poetry,
start a 'butterfly farm' in my bedroom,
love,
kiss all my letters I write,
and sew on my bed.
Because I think Fanny Brawne was the most brilliant woman.
And I secretly want to be like her.
Did you know the stars were really pretty last night?
They were.
I looked up at them.
While standing in the cold.
Barefoot.
Heureux.
It felt good.
Love from Bella.
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