if you're a bird, i'm a bird.

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dear fleur.
there is a thousand thoughts in my ears right now.
i like it.
and,
i want to watch the notebook again.
i need to ask for that movie for my birthday.

now, i will go and write.
love, bella.

i'm waaaaaaaaayyyyyyy too old for you.

dear fleur.

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i think today should be a nice day. the skies are not too cloudy. i just got a ton more magazine clippings. a new gluestick. and i had raisin bran for breakfast.

you know what i'm thinking of today?
curtains.
but that is completely beside the point.
today is the middle school track meet.
and i'm thinking of going and standing in a bush at some time in the day.
just for the heck of it.

and i just made myself a hat. with a red beaded heart coaster on the side of it. yes. a coffee cup coaster. pink hat. red heart. coffee.
perfect.
love from, bell.

EDIT: i got hit on today. with tandy. by an 8th grader. yep. he says, "what grade are you in?" i say, "i'm graduated." and he says, "i'm 18. and i'm going to need your number."
hilarious.
i think that boy has guts. and more guys in the word need that.

and no bushes were stood in.

White.

Dear Fleur.
This morning I said my prayers, and I prayed for this boy.

He lives in Afrika now.
But he wrote me this the other day.
"if you are white, they love you."
And I'm not going to lie, I liked that. I wanted to say something like that. One day I think I will. On purpose.
(Too much Francis Carco&Brian Andreas in my head this morning.)
Love from Bella.