In Which I Write Some Letters

I've been composing a lot of letters lately. Some of them are thank-you notes from my Bat Mitzvah, others are mental letters to various people. I thought I'd share some of them with you.

Dear family whose son hates me even though we've been classmates forever and our families are friends, 
Thank you for your gift. It was nice to see you at my Bat Mitzvah. I'm sorry your son hates me, but there are a lot of better reasons to hate me than just because I'm annoying. I'm also a know-it-all, whiney, and egotistical. But thanks for coming to my Bat Mitzvah. 
Sincerely, Cupcake
 And another.
Dear Maybelline,
Why is it your job to tell me and every other teenage girl who is exposed to any sort of advertisement that we're ugly and we have to use your mascara, cream, eyeshadow, lipstick, or whatever other gunk you make to be pretty? Please stop.
Sincerely, Cupcake 
And...
Dear friends of my grandparents who I don't know,
Thank you for coming to my Bat Mitzvah. Thank you for your gift. I would appreciate it more if I knew who you were, but thanks anyway. I look forward to seeing you at the next family event you are invited to.
Sincerely, Cupcake 
Just one more.
Dear Nicki Minaj and Ke$ha,
Why?
Sincerely, Cupcake 
 
Just some thoughts I have frequently. What letters would you like to write?

In Which I Am Half Asleep

I'll be honest. I feel a little silly typing "bighannahmontanafan" into my search bar when I want to get here, to this very blog. But I think the name is as much a part of me as any one of the posts I've written since I was 8 on this blog.

I'm not in the best mood to write a blog post. I'm tired, grumpy, and angry at one of my teachers. (How am I supposed to major in English in college like the rest of my family if I hate my English teacher?) But that's beside my point. I'll talk about something more cheerful.

Today was my first choir performance since we went on our summer trip. I'm pretty sure I wrote about that, we went to Wisconsin to be in a choral directors' (I think that's the proper grammar, correct me if it's not) festival. It was really good to be back in uniform after a long hiatus. Our performance went first, and I think we did a good job. Of course, we were followed by the two cutest groups of the choir and the most accomplished group, so we were the obligatory broccoli and they were the preferable steak and potatoes. But whatever, it was still fun.

I'm supposed to be writing an 1800's-style newspaper about Harriet Tubman right now, but I'm way too tired to do that. So I decided to come write something here instead.

Our seventh and eighth grade play is this week. (Again, I don't know if I've said this before) My character is Ruby, the goofy double-agent sidekick.

My family went to see Book of Mormon last week. My cousins and my grandparents hated it, but my mom and my brother loved it, and we've been singing Hello for the past couple of days. It's a really great show. The story is wacky, but the singing was spectacular and so was the dancing. I highly suggest you see it if you have a South Park sense of humor. If not, don't see it, you'll hate it.

I think I'll leave you at that because I'm quite tired and should probably get out one or two more sentences about Harriet Tubman before I go to bed. Good night!


 
And now it can be stuck in your head, too.