It's been a whole week and a day. I do hope that you did not miss me too much, my little treasures. Some days the prompting to journalize my life does not enter in. I have a good excuse though. I have been mired in the middle of an important project. For Halloween, I am going to be the epitome of all things Bella if I finish this--everything that people know I am and more:)

Which Popple Are You? by nymphet

So I had another busy Sunday. First, I had to elicit the help of my charming cats to get out of bed. Then I wandered down the hill to church. There I was given a special request that I write about why I am rich. Obviously, I am not rich in money since I don't have this lovely website on my own server, so feel free to make donations. I also went to a fireside where we got to hear about native Americans. It was cool--too cool for me to discuss in detail.

I am, however, rich in friendship. I love my friends, especially Lovely Lady Shelby and Lovable Laura Kewl. Nothing makes one feel richer than looking out on a sea of faces and having so many smile back with the love that only friends know. Those of you who mean this much to me, should know this. Don't be surprised if I come chasing after you with a huge chest and scoop you all up.

Today was another uneventful day in the life of the library. I worked industriously toward a happier workplace. Then I came home and scrubbed my house a bit. And as usual on a Monday, I went to hang out with the happy shiny people for a while.

Yes, I am aware that I did not inform you of my wonderful day yesterday. This is because I just didn't find the time. I went to work as per usual. I got the joy of playing with more green cards. I am going to miss those exciting little buggers.

We had another great Friday Forum. We chowed on chili cheese fries and sloppy joes. I can see that you are all drooling over this. Miss Kewl's mom (Mrs. Kewl) talked to us about family history and Miss Kewl's awesome Elvis pony. We were all extremely jealous, but she refused to give up her priceless heirloom. Of course, no one can blame her.

After my afternoon session of work, work and more work, I came home to relax. After all, someone finally earned a date with the beautiful Bella and I wanted to be relaxed and adorable. I try not to scare them off on the first date, after all. Sorry, kids, but I will not tell you his name. The fame that would ensue would scare the poor guy. He is too sweet to deserve that kind of trauma.

We went to the percussion ensemble. Yes, we watched a bunch of people dancing around and beating on drums. The spotlight ended up on us (they left two lights on in the audience and we were lucky enough to sit under them). Then we went out for a healthy meal at Eat-n-Park. He didn't scream and run, so my beauty didn't scare him off yet. Keep smiling readers.

I'm a rabbit.what kinda pet are you?
quiz made by muna.

Look at my cute fuzzy ears. You know that I am really a cat though *purr*. This test may not be the most accurate. Anyway, come on over and scratch between my ears. It makes me feel loved.

Ever noticed how some people get mean when they can't make you do or say exactly what they want. I got the joy of this today. Perhaps, some goals should be set aside so others can be realized. Those who know the real Bella know what I am talking about. She calls to me--my muse. She asks me to entertain. Someday, I shall listen. Until then, my words shall only flee to eyes not my own through this joyous website.

I also got to eat some delicious baked goods provided by our very own Sister Ward. She's pretty cool and an excellent cook. They brought me greater contentment through her cooking. Especially since they were nice and warm and my hands were well-chilled.

Cold weather makes me think of laying on my back in the midday sun, watching the clouds pass between me and the sun. Clouds can be anything you want. They can be the walls of your castle among the stars or avenues to peace. Of course, this requires a good imagination. My co-hobbit informs me that he likes to wear sweaters. You know what else he likes?

I am 34% Geek

You probably work in computers, or a history department at a college. You never really fit in with the "normal" crowd. But you have friends, and this is a good thing.

Take the Geek Test at fuali.com

I'm sorry, Mezon, I just am not geek enough. Maybe next week I will work on learning k-rad. In the meantime, I am going to go back to watching a candelabra sing with a bad French accent. Catch you later, geek-wanna-bes.

I am not sure what I am watching right now. I think it may be corrupting my mind. I want to go back to my childhood. There is some little boy with huge glasses who is in love with this snotty chick who is dating a jerk. Sound familiar? In that case, apply to join my harem. Everyone needs a little wuv. I am reserving my wuv for cool people like Miss Kewl, so let me know how kewl you are.

I got my first day of training in my new job. Looks like it is going to be more fun with the fiches. You are all jealous and you know it. Jaimie isn't talking to me anymore he says. I think he will keep talking to me though because he just loves being mentioned on this journal.

For lunch, I got a special treat. Miss Kewl and I piled into the Dani-mobile and the roller coater got underway. We also got to listen to Weird Al classics like "I Think I'm a Clone Now." Of course, the other defenseless passengers had to listen to me sing, but they didn't throw me out of the car. My friends rock--the real ones that is.

If you had a hammer, what would you do?

Everyone needs a hammer some time. Some of us need it to fix things. Others need it to break things. I just need it to knock sense into those I love. Some boys like it tough. Keep hammering and before long, you'll have a mansion of your own creation.

This morning I believe I topped the scales on chocolate intake. I take great pride in this. Chocolate, however, is not nearly as sweet as me. Tomorrow, I get to wake up early and throw myself into another stage of library work. I am taking over one heart and one department at a time. Perhaps, I just love the library too much to run away. Besides, I saw an article about how the library needs more interesting people--tell me that I don't fit the bill?

I also did some paper shredding for the future of Bella journals everywhere. That's right, I make journals and jewelry. I am such a creative genius after all. I have also found another cool quiz for all you quizoids out there. By the way, my darling co-hobbit, I expect some thanks, as well as you *snicker*. Everyone needs a hobbit. That is why you keep coming back to this hobbit's website.

That's right. You saw it here. There is a grouchier underbelly to the beautiful, bodacious, brave Bella. Try not to worry too much because I still love you all--even Miss Kewl the Empress of Sadness. Smile for me darlings. I need the smiles right now.

The world turns and twists, throwing us up against walls that we are not sure we can face. Now, we must decide whether to give up, turn back and start over, or climb over that stupid wall and move on. Hmm. *grabs some pegs and a hammer and gets to climbing*

Not much of interest is going on in my world. I have unearthed more 100% bona fide Bella beauties (aka jewelry). Yes, I am awesome. Well, in honor of my dear co-hobbit, who has promised to be even more mine *wink*, I have a little gift for all of you.

What Lunch Meat Are You?

You heard it here first. Annabella is one of those, crazy free loving hippies. Kiss her once for luck and twice to show you really care.

The well ran dry for a few days. I was so busy making a better Murder Mystery that I did not get around to updating this lovable web-site. By the way, the award for best actress goes to Ann for shooting Will when he forgot that he was not a member of the cast.

Not much has been going on today since the girls' Saturday morning cartoons. The rest of the people I invited, allowed themselves to miss out. That is their punishment--muhahahaha. Okay, I am gonna go back to not doing anything interesting. I will get back to you when the Bella Saga continues.

It is Tuesday which I would like to refer to as busy day. This is the day when I typically spend the least amount of time at home. It is not because I am avoiding my roommates and certainly not because I am avoiding my fluffy babies. It is because I am in such high demand that people want me to come chill with them.

I started this Tuesday the way I start every day by waking up and rolling out of bed, trying not to roll onto the floor or the fluffies in the process. I then stumbled about making myself presentable for work. Of course, this led to me being a bit late in exiting stage left, so I had to dash down the hill with yards of velvet flowing out behind me. The cloak is back, baby, so watch out. Actually, it is my new cloak--crushed black velvet with a shimmering, silver inner lining.

At work, I freed more LDRs from the curse of incorrectness and exorcised more of the demons of 2284. Yes, I have released their evil souls back into the land of evil. I have been informed that I have joined the dark side. I am sorry, Miss Kewl, but some things are irresistible to stupid ladies like myself--more specifically, certain gentlemen.

Now it is time for an important meeting. I am excited. We get to talk about the Murder Mystery and how many mercenaries we can get to be servers. That was a joke. I can think of a million better uses for a mercenary.

Today was eventful as always. It technically started around midnight with some late night paper reading. Maybe if my dear friend Will is feeling generous, I can share his masterpiece with you. I did manage to sneak into my bed and get some sleep in the wee hours of the morning.

Upon awaking, I rushed forth to have another typical morning full of cat hair, chocolate, and work. Lunch presented the day's greatest excitement thus far. Xax demonstrated his athletic skill by punting a paper across the room. We were all impressed by his great form and the clacking sound of the paper whacking against the ceiling. It is with his kind permission that I share this tale of his prowess with you.

And now for the letter you have all been waiting for...

Dear Miss Kewl,

How I love thee with a deep sisterly love. Let me count the ways. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10.*40 401. 402. 403. 404. 405. 406. 407. 408. 409. 410. 411. 412. 413. 414. 415. 416. 417. I am now done counting, but I still adore you. Everyone wishes to be as kewl as you, but you are the only you.

Many hugs,

Bella

No stray rain showers caught me on this foggy October morning. I walked through the fog like the ethereal beauty that we all know I am, appearing to those who looked long enough into the mist. At last, I reached my true destination where I bring joy to library patrons the world over by carefully documenting what our libraries have hidden in their depths.

After fulfilling that great purpose, I returned to my home where I went back to the great art of making my cloak. Velvet as far as the eye can see. Okay that is an exaggeration. I am a hobbit after all. I am working on a beautiful black velvet cloak, which Ziggy has mistaken for her personal bed. Hmmm, sleeping on velvet. Now there is an idea. Gotta go stitch some fun stuff.

The air is suddenly alive, alive with falling drops of water. The silly one with no umbrella finds herself soaked, suit jacket clinging to her and water dripping down from the tight bun at the base of her neck. In a way, it makes one glad they are emulating the famous hairstyle of Lilith Sternin-Crane. Imagine a foot and a half of hair clinging wetly to your face, even more water dripping down the base of your spine.

This resulted in true hobbitness as I let my shoes run free to dry off. Then my little hobbit feet were free to pitter patter about the floor. In the meantime, I whiled away my time with the joy of the green cards. Like a foreigner aspiring to be American, I find my days haunted by cards in that delicious color. Try to control your excitement, they aren't that kind of green card.

Hello there, Bella addicts. Good to see that you made it back. It has been another eventful day. I woke up, threw myself at some running water much to the shock of my cat children and dashed down the hill to work. You'll never guess what I did when I got there. Oh man, you got it, I worked. I'll have to come up with some real brain teasers for later.

In a moment of brilliance, I started working on my harem application. I know that the scores and scores of people who read this website day after day have been waiting for this joy for a long time. It is not finalized, but you can apply now and be quized later for more details. If the form doesn't go through just send an e-mail containing the same information to fanklubz at my e-mail provider.

Don't worry, Laura Kewl fans, I am going to post the application to join the Kewl Klub as soon as possible. We busy young journal writers and vice presidents don't always have time to put everything we want up at once. Just keep smiling and checking on two of the world's most charming ladies.

I've been listening to Tori again, in case you were wondering about the subject. I have also been figuratively crucifying myself as of late. May those who have my love realize how much I love them. Anyway, I know you didn't come here to be depressed, so go forth and sing.

The month of wonderful costumes and candy celebrations is upon us. Already the fangs are out and the cats are scared. A small, lovable fluffy never knows when they will be painted black for the holiday season or in Rodney's case orange for that deep down pumpkin feeling. He knows that he wants to be the cutest, cuddliest pumpkin of all time. I just have to sneak up on him and decorate to help him understand.

As always at this time of year, I must encourage you all to go out to the Haunted Hayride in Westover. Your money goes to a good cause and you get to be entertained by some people who have donated time and money to create a great scene. Yes, they rock, you rock, you should help each other out. Anyway, time for me to cut out and file down these fangs. I keep biting my lip *wink wink*