Another lovely day of Bella growing as wide as she is tall. Not a hard goal, is it? It will help me to be a better hobbit, though. I have to squeeze in my last entry for the month and reflect upon life as a hobbit. It has been a good month for munchies and celebrations, though some of them were sad like parting with friends. My cats felt the love and were fed and all is well in the world. Now all I need is for my friends (and myself) to find happiness. Yes, all women who find themselves to be visions in blue will find the men of their dreams and happiness. Night night, all.

In accordance with time-honored hobbit eating habits, I have decided to grow larger today as I follow the prescribed meal plan of an average, happy hobbit. I started out the day with some fresh tap water (extra chemicals added for flavor) and a tasty cereal bar. Apples and cinnamon wrapped in a tasty shell of nuts and grain. A little later I broke out a peppermint patty to celebrate second breakfast and give me a healthy dose of sugar, which I know everyone at the office appreciates. Especially when I hop on my imaginary skis and go soaring down Slope Cataloging at top speed. WHOOSH!!! WHOOSH!!! WHOOSH!!!

Elevenses brought the joy of crunchy, cheesy Combos. Yes, you heard me right, I eat Combos. I know none of this is the typical fare of your average hobbit, but times have been hard in the Shire since the defeat of Sauron was assured by the destruction of the ring. Frodo of the the Nine-Fingers and Sam are working on it, so don't worry too much about us.

Not much exciting is going on inside my head this morning. I was up late last night writing love letters to the moon. Actually, I couldn't seem to fall asleep, so I started jotting down poetry and other such exciting artistry. I must have managed to fall asleep at some point because I woke up this morning and stole my fuzzy blanket from my fuzzy cat, so I could snuggle up under it and minimize on shivering. I am sure the cats were relieved since it is hard to sleep when the human whose feet you are draped across is vibrating.

Outside of my dream world, however, things are happening. At the current moment the new library building seems to be slightly aflame. No pillars of smoke rise up from the ashes, just some insulation that got caught on fire. Apparently, a welder was letting sparks fly a little too close. This is the rumor that is circulating around me as I type. There is a line-up of big, shiny, red firetrucks, so it would be hoped that they can get everything under control.

On another note, everyone is getting married these days. Another of my co-workers is having a shower today, which should be an extraordinary entertaining experience. I will keep you posted on the astonishingly boring career of Bella the acrobat.

Look at this journal, that bad, bad Bella deserted you again. I can't believe you stand for that. I mean if she weren't so funny and lovable I would boycott her website. Besides sometimes you need some good reading to put you to sleep. With her affection for sheep, surely counting the lines of text in her journal can bring sleep to a weary mind, if not the content of her "boring" journal.

Why wasn't I here? Oh yeah, I should tell you about it. On Friday evening, I went to hang out with the happy shiny people. We had some barbecued foods and caught up with old friends. There was also a rousing game of kickball that did not get initiated until I lost interest in being full-time pitcher. They don't know how badly they missed out. I was a full-time pitching all-star as a kid. Of course, I never caught the ball, but it would be unfair if I succeeded in catching it for one team and not the other. Then I went on a rousing excursion to Office Depot where I talked myself out of buying new toys.

Then I hung around my house on Saturday morning, scrubbing and rub-a-dubbing with the cats. They always enjoy it so much when I start up the vacuum and start removing the hair they left on the floor to mark territory. Then I went to lunch at the Chinese restaurant, skipping breakfast and second breakfast in order to leave room for more won tons. *drool* Then I was off to see XXX. I know you are all envious of me now. It was an interesting flick and even left opportunities for the sequel we know is coming: XXXII, also known as 32 to the romans. As that was not nearly enough excitement for me, I watched part of the second part of the three part mini-series Rose Red. Yes, Stephen King is the coolest pizza guy on the planet.

Oh, you thought that was the end of Saturday. Well, you were wrong. I also went to a Nak'd Jakob concert. When frat boys get drunk, they apparently want to see their frat brothers take off their clothes or perhaps it was the name that inspired them to keep saying, "Get naked." Steve is the king of improv--he changed a few lyrics to a song to better fit the fight which had recently decided to break out on the other side of the room. BTW, have I mentioned that Nak'd Jakob rocks and you must come and see a show? Well, make plans to do so. I am not getting paid for this unless hugs from the guys is considered payment, but maybe if I am lucky they will make me a cool T-shirt too.

Of course, this resulted in me sleeping in and missing church again. No spiritual cookies for me. I did wake up an hour after it was over and start meandering down the house. I proceeded to watch too much television thereby rotting my brain. (Yeah right! It is still there hammering away info as per usual.) I also got to watch the conclusion of Stephen King's Rose Red. Was an interesting little flick.

Today, I went to work, so you all know that I am ready to pass out from the sheer joy of it all. I also had some more of the funky, cheese noodle stuff I made yesterday which is quite yummy with extra cheese added in. I then went to hang out with Boys' Club which is no longer Boys' Club because a bunch of girls have invaded--muhahahaha. Now I am letting you know how cool I am as I watch late night television. Rock on and sleep well.

Internet silence is now ended. I hear all of you breathing a sigh of relief. Okay, start breathing normally now. It's okay, go ahead. Today was another typical day in the exciting life of Bella. I worked and worked and worked and talked to myself and wandered around and had a delicious sandwich from Jay's Daily Grind. It was completely satisfying, but that always happen.

I also went to a back to school picnic with the happy, shiny people. There were about thirty of us. In fact, due to our happy, shiny nature, I believe we managed to light up the whole park by ourselves without the help of the sun. Well, check out the entries for the last couple of days if you haven't already.

Oh yeah, the results of my experiment showed that people are bad at keeping track of phone numbers. I also learned that only the people I don't talk to online feel inspired to e-mail me. Interesting irony, eh?

Day 3 of my psychological experiment has dawned with interesting results. Two people who don't really talk to me on the internet have sent me e-mail. It's pretty disturbing. Oh well, one of them owes me money and the other one owes me a dance recital, so I can see why they won't talk to me. Interesting how I get people to owe me these kinds of things, isn't it?

Well, anyway, I think I am becoming immune to the troglodytic lemmings, so life is sinking into its own happy monotony. I am going for the super dorky librarian look today. I even went so far as to put my hair up in a bun. It does not believe it is the hair of a librarian, however, so it keep trying to fall out and thwart me in other various ways.

There isn't much else of interest to report besides the fact that my girlfriend Sari has threatened to sue me for neglect. She says I do not strum her strings as I should and sing beautiful songs while I play her. Little does she know that is probably for the best since I do not claim to have any inherent singing ability. I guess I should let all you boys down easy. Sari is my beautiful metallic blue Washburn guitar (which I can not yet play) not a beautiful exotic woman who belly dances with me in the twilight. Now stop that. I said stop it. If you keep crying I am going to have to put in a blatant advertisement for tissues. Sheesh. Anyway, have a good one. I will keep you posted on further developments.

Day 2 of my experiment has come upon us. No one seems to miss my online presence enough to find alternate means of communication. Not sure I will survive the withdrawal. My little Horizons must be lonely without its mommy, but I must prevail. Besides, the server crashes caused interest in the MUD to sputter and die, leaving me alone with some imms and hardcore mortals who can't get enough of the new and improved Latsyrc.

I know you can't wait for todays tirade of the students, but I can not abuse them today. Instead I would like to offer them advice. Wear clothes. I know that the importance of clothes is lost on today's society, but how can I imagine your rippling muscles if you have your flabby body out there for the world to see? Seriously, I love your clothes. They are awesome and they keep you from getting injured by the rubber bands I aspire to flip at you from random second floor windows around campus.

I think tonight will be a perfect night to attack Mezon and open his boardgames. I have to talk him into this but the sheer joy of knowing he is making the cats happy should be enough to persuade him. How does it make them happy--let me explain.

I am doing a little psychological experiment for the next couple of days, so I shall not be posting this until probably Thursday or Friday, but I just feel some things need to be said. First of all, the troglodytes need to go home now. The whole town is steeping in the nastiness of people who feel they must drink cheap beer until they are reintroduced to their breakfast. They call this fun. I am not buying it, but then again, I enjoy the simple pleasures of not looking like a moron as I slobber on myself and pour myself another round. Instead, I prefer to play board games, watch movies, drink milk, and chase my cat through the house (he needs the exercise as much as I do).

I also wanted to post a special little song for a dear friend at my workplace--the candy jar. I am sure that Donna shall miss him dearly during her time in Louisiana, so she can sing this song to help her remember. (NOTE: The Archies are responsible for me ever having this song in my head--well the original wasn't about my candy jar).

Another lovely day has dawned. With it come the lemmings that flood the streets, speeding off to some unknown destination where they aspire to learn what happened to their childhood. Evil beings try to sell them all sorts of things they don't need or offer them free merchandise if they will just sign up for that credit card that will only bring many tears to their future. They are oblivious to the peril that they face, however, and just keep plodding along in their best fashions to impress their teachers on that first day of class. I weave through them thinking, "Oh dear, I should take a vacation until they all go back to sleeping through their early morning classes."

I will survive the trauma of this invasion. If not, I can always not build that bridge that will take them safely across that chasm or click on the red mushroom cloud and watch little numbers counting backward from 5 appear over their head. Of course, I will have to throw myself to the pavement before they explode, throwing brightly-colored lemming guts everywhere, but it is a small price to pay.

This is what happens when Bella gets too much sleep one night (even sleeping through church) and then spends the next watching a marathon of Cheers. It makes me go a little loopy, but don't worry, I am still muy lovable this way. Just thought I would give you the warning not to try driving in town until...hmmm...Thanksgiving break:)

It has finally happened. Your favorite online journal has turned the big 1 year. Only seventeen more years until it can vote:) Then the world will be in for some miraculous changes. As always, I have been incredibly busy, so I have not been posting gratifying journal entries for your reading pleasure.

On Tuesday, I got to attend a birthday party for one of my friends. She is one half of a very cute couple, so I could not pass up the chance to celebrate her birthday with the group. Happy Birthday, Marci, you little cutie.

Yesterday held even more pure excitement. My boss is deserting us for the lucky library at Tulane University. Guess how many of us are going to go down to visit her for Mardi Gras? Yes, all of us, but she only has one spare room and no matter how hard we try, I fear we will not fit. We went to lunch at the Cafe of India, which was a new experience for me. The food was delicious and I found myself cloaked in the aroma of curry for the rest of the day. We presented Donna with a huge mug full of candy and a lump of coal. No, she was not a bad girl (not to my knowledge anyway)--West Virginia is known for its coal and coal mine strikes and hicks and other things I dare not discuss.

After lunch I squeezed in some more work before attending the official going away party. We got to hear an amusing anecdote about Donna's days as Miss America on the back of a tow truck and watch her open her presents. She received a blue and gold quilt, a cookbook, and a scrapbook (which I contributed to). We ate cake and learned that she once worked in a bakery, making her a perfect choice to cut the cake.

And today, I have topped it all off by working and thinking how lovely sleep is. Someday, I may experience the full joy of a full night's sleep, but don't count on it. Type at you later.

Today is a very special day for me. It is the day that my dear friend Gail was born so in accordance with the time-honored traditions of Bella I must send out a special greeting to her.

I have been busily working in the advertising department of my world. I would love to see more people at our Monday night activity, so I can stop taking home tons of food that I made because I expected a larger turnout. Not much else of interest is going on in the happy shiny world that I live in.

In the austere world of my reality though, things are progressing at an interesting rate. My new roommate moved in on Saturday, bringing with her some rare Tori selections. Welcome to crazy house, Julie. *big smile* Don't worry we have the best drug in the world for our loonies-chocolate.

I know that you were convinced that the journal had died, but rest assured that I could not end it so abruptly without saying goodbye. Besides I have not yet reached the year marker. In six days this journal will celebrate its first birthday. I know that just entices us all to dance and sing.

I haven't been updating because I did something silly. I went out and got cable, so now I sit in front of the television making weird crafts and talking to myself. The sad thing is that I am watching the same things I have been watching since I was about 10, Bewitched, I Dream of Jeannie, and other such classic programming. I am addicted, but I aspire to get over it. I have also been baking cakes and hanging out with my friends since school is about to start again and most of them seem to be headed across the country. Well, it is time for me to make more advancements in modern science.

Another delicious, chocolaty lunch has come upon me. My world is filled with light because I drink things that rhyme with "limb cast". Part of the alien in me tells me that this drink is delicious. The alien in me has odd tastes though. You should see some of the concoctions I come up with when I am cooking for myself. Need more proof that I am alien, well hold onto your little socks, baby, yeah.