Done.

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.

fool[ish].

dear fleur.
middle school track&field districts today.
this morning, homemade slippers and sweats.
my hair is a mess.

what are you feelings on fools?

and i think i want to vacuum. so when i come home tonight, i will be vacuuming everywhere. o.k? sounds positively adorable. i'm going to need my spandex...

announcement. everyone check my right hand sidebar. davey rose is now located on there. he's the one that will make every girl swoon and be jealous because yes, we have had conversations about chocolate chip cookies and theatre.
he's that rad.
and he wins the prettiest eyes in the world award. hands down. slapslapslapslapslap.

enough distractions. i really need to figure out this fool thing. what is the definition?

now i have to go find my shakespeare to take on the bus and try and do something with my positively awful hair and look for our dictionary.
xo, bella.

i'm waaaaaaaaayyyyyyy too old for you.

dear fleur.

(via)

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.

pink.

dear fleur.

life now:
pink lips.
FORREST GUMP.
stories about a boy who doesn't believe in love, and a girl who can't help herself but love.
poetry slam.
sweaters.
dangling silver earrings.
tired legs.
coaching meetings for track&field.
ria's slippers.
fixing a typewriter.
working on this.
peppermint tea♥.
red blankets.
wishes for pink stationary.
little illustrations on little pieces of paper.
prayers for HAITI.
my kitchen floor in the mornings.

i like it.
love from bella.