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.

In Which I Take You On A Field Trip

Helloooooo there Blogoverse! Long time, no type. Sorry I've been AWOL, I have a hard time finding a time to do everything I want to do.

I don't really have much to talk about. Two weeks ago we had exams in science, and today we had exams in history. I think I did fine, I hope I did. I wouldn't be able to stand it if another A- in history kept me from straight-A's.

I really have been busy. I am back in choir, which is so so so much fun. I am in the middle school play, which is two different one-act comedies. I like my part. I think my character and I have some of the same qualities, except that I'm not a double agent, or possibly a robot. But those are just minor details. The play is really fun, and I think it will be pretty good.

I still like my school, but there are still some aspects about it that I don't like very much. We have absolutely zero freedom. We barely get to pick where we sit at lunch.

But anyway, today we are going to take a field trip. Where are we going? Did I hear someone ask that? Was it you? I'll tell you where we're going. We are going to take a field trip through my train of thought. It is an interesting thing, and I can get from one topic to another like *that*!

Are you ready? Please keep all hands in feet inside the vehicle at all times, and we're off! Welcome to Cupcake's train of thought!

I shouldn't be hitting my head on the wall.
Why am I thinking about hamburgers?
Where is that music coming from? Is there an ice cream truck?
Ooh, I like ice cream. Maybe some ice cream would wake me up.
My thumbs look weird.
I'm really tired. I hope that didn't affect my history exam.
When will he grade my exam? I want it back NOW!
Wow, I am super tired. I should take a nap.
Nah, I'm not going to nap. I have choir in an hour. Maybe I should practice my music once more.
Gosh, who knew a song about a happy place could be so depressing?
WHERE IS THAT MUSIC COMING FROM?
How did I get to thinking about Wreck-It Ralph?
What just crashed into our window? 

Thank you for riding Cupcake Railways. I hope you enjoyed your ride through the train of thought, and I hope you will come back to see us again.

Anyway, bye! Come back soon! Oh, and happy Valentine's Day! Here's a little picture you might enjoy.

In Which I Am A Bat Mitzvah

My Bat Mitzvah, was, in a word: awesome. I wasn't nervous at all on Saturday morning, the service was beautiful, I didn't make any noticeable errors, and the party was fabulous.

I had a lot of fun, and my family got a lot of compliments on the service and the party. On Saturday night we had a sleepover with me and 4 of my friends from school as a birthday party, which wasn't our best idea. I was deliriously tired by 9:00, but somehow ended up staying up until 11:30. Not the best idea.

I'm back in school now, which is not very awesome. I mean, sure, school is great and everything, but I don't like middle school. I don't like how they expect us to act like high schoolers but treat us like elementary schoolers. But what can I do about it? I'm stuck here for another year and a half. Might as well try to enjoy it.

On another note, I auditioned for the 7th and 8th grade play yesterday. Tomorrow I find out what part I got. We're doing 2 one-act comedies. The scene that I read from during the audition was pretty amusing, so I think it should turn out well.

I started up choir again last night. I had taken a semester off to spend time on learning my Bat Mitzvah, but it's over so now I'm back! It felt really great to be back. There was one girl who was genuinely new, and so our teacher introduced us both to the group, making sure to make and example out of me when he started talking about how I had decided I needed some time off choir when I had other commitments. I was really glad to be back to singing with a group of people who have a sincere interest in choir, rather than my classmates who chose choir over band because it sounded easier. (Just in case you were wondering, singing is not the walk in the park it looks like. It's a sign of how hard we work when we can make it look like a walk in the park.) I think my semester off was good to help me pick up my strength, because I think I did pretty well yesterday considering it was my first rehearsal since we went to Wisconsin.

I have nothing else to ramble about. I should probably go do my homework, but we all know that that's not going to happen. So for now, BYE!

In Which I Am Almost A Bat Mitzvah

My Bat Mitzvah is tomorrow! So is my 13th birthday, and I've only gotten one birthday card. It's only slightly offensive.

I'm not nervous yet, which is kind of disturbing. I mean, my Bat Mitzvah is tomorrow and I have been sleeping well and everything! Not a single butterfly in my stomach! That's what I find unsettling.

But still, my birthday is tomorrow! I'm 4748/4749 of a teenager. (Stop looking so impressed. I used a date calculator to find that number.

So, wish me happy birthday, good luck, and mazel tov! Buh-bye, now!

In Which I Share Some New Jokes

This joke I came up with when I was at the grocery store today.
"I have a plant joke, and I promise, thistle be good."

This one I came up with while watching Toy Story just a few minutes ago.
"If Woody threw Buzz Lightyear out the window, does that make him a buzzkill?"

That's all. You may resume your Internetting now.