12. She has red hair, she is great dancer, answome person, beautiful girl, our inspiration, our idol, our favorite girl. Who is? Annabella Avery Thorne♥

Bella shakes it up in Bloomington

Bella will be at Central Illinois Drive basketball game in Bloomington on January 28th. Here is an article from WJBC, and you can click here and listen to an interview with Bella.

ella Thorne stars as CeCe Jones in the Disney Channel series “Shake It Up!”

Thorne has been entertaining and modeling since she was 6 years old. She noted in a WJBC interview that watching her brother act made her want to have a similar career. It was modeling that got Thorne started in the industry and singing that keeps her learning something new every day. Thorne said she devotes her Sundays to improving her voice and exploring the world of music.

Thorne’s love beyond the creative arts is for shoes. She built a room at home designed especially for her over 200 pairs of them and the purses she has owns too. When you see her on the red carpet you will often see her wearing a new pair of shoes that she absolutely loves!

Thorne points out that if you are interested in acting you have to pour your whole self into getting better and commit to following your dreams. Thorne points out she is dyslexic and while it has created some challenges it has also taught her to look to others for support.

Bella Thorne will be at the Central Illinois Drive basketball game on Jan. 28 at 1:05 p.m. Get ticket info here.

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April's Charms by William Henry Davies

When April scatters charms of primrose gold
Among the copper leaves in thickets old,
And singing skylarks from the meadows rise,
To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies;

When I can hear the small woodpecker ring
Time on a tree for all the birds that sing;
And hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and long --
The simple bird that thinks two notes a song;

When I can hear the woodland brook, that could
Not drown a babe, with all his threatening mood;
Upon these banks the violets make their home,
And let a few small strawberry vlossoms come:

When I go forth on such a pleasant day,
One breath outdoors takes all my cares away;
It goes like heavy smoke, when flames take hold
Of wood that's green and fill a grate with gold.

Joy and Pleasure by William Henry Davies

Now, joy is born of parents poor,
And pleasure of our richer kind;
Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing
As sweet a song as joy confined.

Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day
And dances by false glare at night;
But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves
To spread its wings in Nature's light.

Joy's like a Bee that gently sucks
Away on blossoms its sweet hour;
But pleasure's like a greedy Wasp,
That plums and cherries would devour.

Joy's like a Lark that lives alone,
Whose ties are very strong, though few;
But Pleasure like a Cuckoo roams,
Makes much acquaintance, no friends true.

Joy from her heart doth sing at home,
With little care if others hear;
But pleasure then is cold and dumb,
And sings and laughs with strangers near.

A Fleeting Passion by William Henry Davies

Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt not romp,
Let's grimly kiss with bated breath; 
As quietly and solemnly 
As Life when it is kissing Death. 
Now in the silence of the grave, 
My hand is squeezing that soft breast; 
While thou dost in such passion lie, 
It mocks me with its look of rest.


But when the morning comes at last, 
And we must part, our passions cold, 
You'll think of some new feather, scarf 
To buy with my small piece of gold;
And I'll be dreaming of green lanes, 
Where little things with beating hearts 
Hold shining eyes between the leaves, 
Till men with horses pass, and carts.