Chimchiminey, chimchimcheroo. Er, um, hello. It's nice to see you again, checking in on my journal to see what kind of mischief I have been into? Well, I haven't been into much. I did have a conversation with a random person about Linux, however. That appears to be what happens when obsessed people (like myself) plaster pictures of cute penguins to their laptop. Speaking of penguins, it is obvious that I watched at least part of Mary Poppins last night while I should have been sleeping. I, too, am "practically perfect in every way." I would be perfect if I didn't need to sleep. Such is the life of mere mortals. *sobs* My darling MUD is still down. How can I distract myself from real life when I am not the IMPress?

Later today I plan to put my body through more unbearable anguish by forcing it to move around. That tends to happen when one plays Ultimate Frisbee. If I fail to be bribed by ice cream, I may just get some sleep tonight. Don't hold your breath over it though. I wouldn't want to be the cause of someone's untimely demise. Tatala and tootaloo, dearies.

All things considered, things went pretty well last night. My co-chair of single, shiny, happy people took over the job of leading us, so I got to relax. My version of Bingo went over fairly well and the world is a happy, shiny place. I also got to go swimming and flail around in water like a drowning fish (it can happen).

Today was another fun day of wrestling with microfilm. I aspire to finish this lovely project so I can steal a new one and run away with it. You have no idea how cool job-stealing can be. I wouldn't recommend it though. It is also grueling work. Anyway, more pages to update, so I shall let you go.

It is an afternoon and I am thrilling as always. My wonderful plans of world domination have been shot out of the sky with a big shiny cannon. Ah well, someday the world will be mine and I will stick it in the freezer and freeze it so I won't be so darned warm anymore. Not that being warm is bad, but I do proclaim the magic of being a polar bear. I like to be cold and fluffy and white, hence my new nickname, but that is another story.

Well, I am about to try taking control of a small section of the world and lead my friends to a happier tomorrow. Actually, I am probably leading them to a more wholesome Bingo game. Okay, there are lots of shiny, happy people milling around, so I shall go shine with them.

Another beautiful day in Bella-land full of microfilm and water main breaks is about to draw to a close. I just wanted to wish everyone sweet dreams and a happier tomorrow. Anyway, time for the great circus event that helps us all go to sleep. *Bella bareback rides a sheep that is eternally leaping over the fence or perhaps there are multiple Bellas--too scary to think about*

I have a special treat for all of you good girls and boys, but first you have to listen to me babble. I was encouraged by two individuals yesterday to update my journal on a regular basis, and as Erin is a sweet girl, I shall accept her advice. I am now updating one of my two journals and if I don't die from eating too much Godiva chocolate ice cream later, I may just get around to updating the paper one. That one is not as cool as this one, so don't worry that you are missing out on anything great.

I have had a loverly day of scaring the norms and being stared at by morons. I can't help it that everyone is jealous of my cloak and 5 yards of tie-dyed dress. They may someday get over it and stop crying, but until then, they will just have to keep making their noses as red and shiny as Rudolph's if not as bright. I have also accomplished work today to the great joy of my work mommy and daddy. After lunch, I shall go back to that and then I will get to go home and force feed myself something remotely healthy before I dive into the aforementioned ice cream. Then I will go chill with the shiny happy people at the Institute class that I hope will help make me a better shiny happy person. Anything is possible after that--probably another trip to the pool. Now for your present.

Well, I drowsed away most of the day in my bed and awoke to an evening full of bizarre happy thoughts. As I listen to my happy 80s music, I contemplate how two of my favorite things are called by the same loving thing. Those miniature barrels of colored, flavored sugar water known as hugs bring me joy as does Hershey's striped milk chocolate and white chocolate concoction of the same name. I think everyone should try them and that I should be reimbursed for my gratuitous advertisements. We all know that is not going to happen though free hugs would be nice *winks at all the cute guys.*

Well, I have goals to work on this week. Among them being to make the server that holds my youngest child cooperate with me. Odds of that happening are not good, however, so I shall not hold my breath. Anyway, have a good day and pick up your Bella Battle Cookies at the gift shop before you exit.

Another beautiful day has dawned in the Bastion of Bella. The whole world quivers with excitement and anticipation. What will the day bring? Will Bella update her journal two days in a row? Will the world keep spinning? Will the increased amounts of arsenic in our water kill us? Will the rain stop so pool parties across the nation will get under way? I only have an answer to one of those questions. Bella will update her journal two days in a row.

Today is a glorious day as I slog my way through a database of incredible proportions to bring forth the best records of labor union papers. Should I fail in this mission, the whole known world will falter and be destroyed. I know that millions of patrons are just lined up to look at these papers, and do you want to know how I know? Because labor unions are that darned cool. Let me elaborate.

Another day in the life of the ever busy Bella. I have spent the last three days working and lounging at my friend's pool. Well, actually, I have been proving what a good sport I am. I am not only the official Marco of any Marco Polo game, but they are also thinking of changing the name in honor of me. *tosses a very hard cookie at Bob's head* "Bad, Bob, Bella battle cookie to the head." After three nights of swimming in a row, I should be in good shape by the end of the month or maybe not.

In other news, it is really bleeping late, so I am going to bed. I aspire to dream of citadels and streams and unicorns and other little girl's dreams. Maybe if I am lucky, a wonderful man shall find his way into my dreams and make me whole again, but that doesn't seem likely (I am accepting applications from gentlemen I know irl though and I reserve the right to say "NO":) Night night.

As always, the beautiful Bella has made another triumph at the box office. Starring in the role of confused leader of single adults, she has decided that all the single adults should get married so she only has to lead herself. That was a joke, kids, don't worry. More parties at my house to come and activities for all. If you have no idea what I am talking about, you do not know me as well as you think you do. I still love you, though, so take off the frowny face. I am the queen of delicious cookies and that, alone, should make you smile. I now have about 10 references to back me up on this one in case you doubt the power of a cookie.

Anyway, my bedtime draws near and I have some mucho important reading to do. More important than reading about hobbits saving the world, I fear. I apologize to all my fellow hobbits, but there is a greater creator than Tolkien *gasp*. Breathe deeply, the shock will pass. Good night and sweet dreams.

As of today, I must make the public service announcement that my last name has an a not an e in it. If you don't get it, then you should not drink tea:) In fact, you should not drink tea anyway, but that is just my humble opinion. In the grander scheme of things, a nice cool glass of lemonade gives you more vitamin C than three honking glasses of iced tea, and we all know the power of vitamin C.

On another note, my poor darling Ziggy has her neck swathed in gauze. You can imagine how much she loves me right now considering I put it there. I am hoping that she heals up all nice and pretty, so that I can take it off and pet her and snuggle her as per usual. She has been getting more loving as of late, and I love loving kitties. Rodney is only lovable when I am wearing dark colored clothes. I blame this on the phenomenon I like to call White on Black Attraction. Obeying their inner need to make their humans the same color as them, cats will always come to shed on their human if their clothing is a different color than the Master kitty's fur. I just can't win since my cats are opposite colors.

Well, I have to go finish my nifty shake for lunch, but I shall return to give you more enjoyment at some future date. Remember to brush your teeth and clean your ears in the meantime, and don't mistake lakes for mud puddles.

It is another month, filled with all sorts of joys, among them being the joy of an empty journal page to fill with my infinite drivel and nonsense. I know everyone is as excited as I am about this. Thus far today, I have done the usual important tasks such as staring blankly at microfilm records and updating certain records in a huge database. Never underestimate the power of my magical typing prowess. I have also brought my cheeriness to the world through my sunshiney Monday face.

If you will permit me, and even if you won't, I shall now discourse on the great joys of Mondays. Some people won't admit to how joyful Mondays really are, but I like to let out the cold, hard truth on the subject. I also like to jump up and down on my bed when I am about six years old, but I haven't been six years old in 16 years. Depressing isn't it?