tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42949984357974449242024-03-13T01:52:23.850-05:00The Cupcake BakeryCupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.comBlogger389125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-32996981293874543672013-03-18T21:43:00.000-05:002013-03-18T21:43:13.438-05:00In Which I Write Some Letters<div class="tr_bq">
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.</div>
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Dear family whose son hates me even though we've been classmates forever and our families are friends, </blockquote>
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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. </blockquote>
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Sincerely, Cupcake</blockquote>
And another.<br />
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Dear Maybelline,</blockquote>
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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.</blockquote>
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Sincerely, Cupcake </blockquote>
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Dear friends of my grandparents who I don't know,</blockquote>
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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.</blockquote>
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Sincerely, Cupcake </blockquote>
Just one more.<br />
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Dear Nicki Minaj and Ke$ha,</blockquote>
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Why?</blockquote>
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Sincerely, Cupcake </blockquote>
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Just some thoughts I have frequently. What letters would you like to write?Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-49086039719532000382013-03-03T21:03:00.000-06:002013-03-03T21:09:03.479-06:00In Which I Am Half AsleepI'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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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!<br />
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And now it can be stuck in your head, too.Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-51272636523560114692013-02-13T17:11:00.001-06:002013-02-13T17:11:41.715-06:00In Which I Take You On A Field Trip <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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*!<br />
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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!<br />
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<i>I shouldn't be hitting my head on the wall.</i><br />
<i>Why am I thinking about hamburgers?</i><br />
<i>Where is that music coming from? Is there an ice cream truck?</i><br />
<i>Ooh, I like ice cream. Maybe some ice cream would wake me up.</i><br />
<i>My thumbs look weird.</i><br />
<i>I'm really tired. I hope that didn't affect my history exam.</i><br />
<i>When will he grade my exam? I want it back NOW!</i><br />
<i>Wow, I am super tired. I should take a nap.</i><br />
<i>Nah, I'm not going to nap. I have choir in an hour. Maybe I should practice my music once more.</i><br />
<i>Gosh, who knew a song about a happy place could be so depressing?</i><br />
<i>WHERE IS THAT MUSIC COMING FROM?</i><br />
<i>How did I get to thinking about Wreck-It Ralph?</i><br />
<i>What just crashed into our window? </i><br />
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Thank you for riding Cupcake Railways. I hope you enjoyed your ride through the train of thought,<i> </i>and I hope you will come back to see us again.<br />
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Anyway, bye! Come back soon! Oh, and happy Valentine's Day! Here's a little picture you might enjoy.<br />
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<br />Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-7637013879630908312013-01-10T17:10:00.002-06:002013-01-10T17:10:31.541-06:00In Which I Am A Bat MitzvahMy 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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!Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-72341732433366755072013-01-04T10:18:00.001-06:002013-01-04T10:18:13.843-06:00In Which I Am Almost A Bat MitzvahMy Bat Mitzvah is <i>tomorrow</i>! So is my 13th birthday, and I've only gotten one birthday card. It's only slightly offensive.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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So, wish me happy birthday, good luck, and mazel tov! Buh-bye, now!Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-80680850727850610692012-12-15T17:47:00.000-06:002012-12-15T17:47:21.389-06:00In Which I Share Some New JokesThis joke I came up with when I was at the grocery store today.<br />
"I have a plant joke, and I promise, thistle be good."<br />
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This one I came up with while watching Toy Story just a few minutes ago.<br />
"If Woody threw Buzz Lightyear out the window, does that make him a buzzkill?"<br />
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That's all. You may resume your Internetting now.Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-53357659918089561012012-12-06T21:03:00.002-06:002012-12-06T21:12:42.559-06:00In Which I Follow Up The Previous PostGreetings, Internet. It's me!<br />
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First things first. I read Betsy and the Great World and Betsy's Wedding. I was disappointed with Betsy and the Great World. This is about three years after the previous book. It starts when Betsy leaves to spend a year abroad in Europe. It was hard for me to follow and I missed reading about the other characters. On the other hand, I simply adored Betsy's Wedding. When Betsy got off the boat in New York her old boyfriend, Joe, was waiting there with a marriage proposal. No, I didn't just spoil the story for you, I promise. That happens in the beginning. It goes on to talk about the first year or so of Betsy's life as Mrs. Joe Willard. But if you read them, you just have to read Betsy and the Great World. Otherwise there is a monstrous gap in the story. <br />
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Next things next, I suppose. I'm not sure if that's a working phrase. This weekend I'm taking a flight to Ohio for my friend's Bat Mitzvah. I'm totally excited because it's going to be so much fun!<br />
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Um, what else? I have the song Bohemian Rhapsody running through my head right now, so I'll just leaves you with this:<br />
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Happy almost Hanukkah!<br />
<br />Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-83621457710462083532012-12-02T21:21:00.001-06:002012-12-02T21:28:58.177-06:00In Which I Discuss What I've Been ReadingYou might know that reading is just about my favorite thing to do in the world. Right up there with breathing and talking and stuff. I love it; I'm fueled by books. <br />
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Every day at school I go to the library. While most of the seventh grade spends the time to study, take pictures with their friends, or play on their computers, I search the shelves for books. I'm having a hard time finding books that are keeping me interested, though.<br />
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Right now I've been working on the Betsy-Tacy books, written by Maud Hart Lovelace.<br />
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I first read about them in the book Home for the Holidays, part of the Mother-Daughter Book Club series. I found this series a few years ago, and I love it.<br />
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I made no endeavor to read the books. But a few weeks ago my mom ordered the first few books for me.<br />
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I loved them. I finished them quickly and went looking for the rest of the series. (Side note: I went to Barnes & Noble looking for these books. Supposedly, they are classic books. But apparently, the woman working at the counter at Barnes & Noble is just doing the job for the money, because she had never heard of them. And that's why I prefer Borders, or even Amazon.) There are ten of them in all: Besty-Tacy, Betsy-Tacy and Tib, Betsy and Tacy Go Over the Big Hill, Betsy and Tacy Go Downtown, Heaven To Betsy, Betsy In Spite of Herself, Betsy Was A Junior, Betsy and Joe, Betsy and the Great World, and Betsy's Wedding.<br />
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And yes, the main character's name is Betsy, if that wasn't clear.<br />
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The stories are based off of the childhood of the author. It takes place around the 1900's. The stories are based in Deep Valley, Minnesota, which is based off of the author's hometown of Mankato, Minnesota. The first book starts when Betsy Ray is five years old, and a new girl has just moved in across the street. At Betsy's fifth birthday party, they meet and immediately become inseparable best friends. That girl is Tacy Kelly, based off of the author's real-life best friend. Later they meet Tib Muller, and expand their group of friends.<br />
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In Heaven To Betsy the girls are starting high school. Tib has moved away and they are all nervous. They quickly become acclimated, and make a group of friends that they call "the Crowd." The Crowd has way more fun than I know I will in high school, because they almost never had any homework. They have lots of fun and adventures. They go to many parties and don't have a care in the world. I'm blaming this book for any unrealistic expectations that I have about high school. I just finished Betsy and Joe, in which Betsy and her friends graduate high school.<br />
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If you're still reading at this point I have a surprise for you, but you have to read until the very end to get it.<br />
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I have yet to get Betsy and the Great World, but I'm sure it will be a great book.<br />
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What I found so amazing about these books is that more than 100 years after they take place, the problems they face are still issues every teenage girl worries about. "What dress should I wear?" "How should I do my hair?" "Who should I go to the dance with?" I think that it has that extra-realistic element because it is based directly off of Maud Hart Lovelace's childhood. She took some of the events directly from her diaries.<br />
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You may be asking yourself, "Should I read this?"<br />
You should if you answer yes to any of the following.<br />
I am a girl.<br />
I like to read.<br />
I like historical books.<br />
I like teenage books.<br />
I don't like the Hunger Games.<br />
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And even if you didn't answer yes to those, you still might want to try these books.<br />
They're really good.<br />
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And, in regards to this amazing reward I promised, I'm afraid you're out of luck. Some guy just came and took all of the rewards I had. Oh well.<br />
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And If you still care about what I've been doing, you can keep reading. Golly, I have a lot to say when I should be practicing my Torah portion.<br />
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Yesterday I went to my choir's Holiday Concert. I've been singing in the choir for five or six years now, and I have never seen a full concert. I'm taking this semester off to spend more time on my Bat Mitzvah, so I went to go see the concert. It was lovely, but I was too emotional to focus.<br />
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I saw my friends singing in the group more advanced than mine. I saw a boy who sung soprano until last year singing with the men instead of the girls. It was weird for me to see all these people I know, all these friends of mine, all scattered all over the choir. I felt bad, because some of these people I may never see again. But when everyone advances at their own rate, people are pretty "easy come, easy go."<br />
I sure am doing a lot of ranting. Thank you to anyone who is loyal
enough to read to the end of this exceedingly long post. You are
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And now, dearest Internet, I leave you with a few choice words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you.<br />
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If you can tell me where that quote is from, you win the awesome prize.<br />
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But seriously.<br />
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Goodnight, Internet. Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-84161103835346313612012-11-30T18:35:00.000-06:002012-11-30T18:35:36.385-06:00In Which I Discuss Nothing In ParticularDrake and Josh is on Nickelodeon right now. I'm starting to totally love this channel.<br />
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Anyway, I just had to put that out there. Now on to some other important point.I successfully met my word count goal for NaNoWriMo. I even got a shiny new badge! <br />
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Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-69298953542648651622012-11-10T14:49:00.000-06:002012-11-10T14:52:22.366-06:00One Trimester DownYesterday I finished my first trimester at my new school. I have seventeen more trimesters until I graduate. That's only 5 1/3 school years!<br />
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Unless I completely, absolutely, tragically failed the second part of my English exam, I made straight A's. Hooray for me! I think I deserve a cake, don't you? Yes, a cake would be just lovely.<br />
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As I write this, I am watching Jimmy Neutron on Nickelodeon. I honestly haven't seen this show on TV since I was around 7 or 8. See, world? The olden days, the ones I wish I remembered better, are already coming back! Isn't it great? Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-62764052446569785762012-10-27T12:18:00.000-05:002012-10-27T12:18:28.876-05:00Ermahgerd!Ermahgerd, Internet! It's me! Hi!<br />
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I thought I would catch you up on how my life is going. Um, let's see. Did I mention Big Pain is driving? Oh yeah. He got his permit in August.<br />
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Also, last week I talked to a couple who has won three Tony Awards. They let me hold one. <br />
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Ermahgerd, Terny Erwerds!<br />
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I also went tree climbing with my brother. We tied ourselves on to ropes and then hoisted ourselves up into the trees. <br />
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I hope my blog post has helped you have an excellent day. Just remember, ERMAHGERD!Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-19179659742414138942012-10-20T08:35:00.000-05:002012-10-20T08:35:48.672-05:00Did You Miss Me?Howdy Blogoverse! Did you miss me?<br />
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I can't believe I waited so long to write another post. I mapped the world by memory. I went on my sixth grade's spring camping trip. I graduated my elementary school at a very fun, tearful ceremony and party. I spent 4 weeks at sleepaway camp for my best summer ever. I went to Wisconsin for a week with my choir. I started seventh grade on what I determined to be the single most terrifying moment of my life. I started preparing for my Bat Mitzvah and am almost finished learning my Torah portion. And now here I am.<br />
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School is great. I love most of my classes, and I'm doing really well in Vocal Music. I auditioned to join a national honor choir. I don't find out if I got in until November.<br />
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So, if people are still reading my blog, what's new in your life?Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-78798166511815035272012-04-30T20:32:00.001-05:002012-04-30T20:32:56.457-05:00Almost DoneMy school ends in... let's see... almost a month- June 1. I will be graduating from the school I have gone to for 8 years. I can't tell if I am supposed to be very happy or very sad. Maybe a little of both. I don't know.<br />
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Anyway, in one month I will have left this school that I love so much, that has taught me so much. I'm so torn on emotions.<br />
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Next year I'm going to the same school my cousins went to. Actually, it shouldn't be past tense; one of them is in 10th grade there. At first I was worried about having to start completely from scratch, then I found out how many of my friends are going to this school. (Just to clarify, <i>lots</i> of my friends.)<br />
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I also went to the J with a friend. It was fun. We exercised for a bit, then we went swimming. We saw one of the boys we go to school with in the pool. Well, I didn't really see him because I wasn't wearing my glasses, so maybe that was poor word choice. We <i>met</i> one of the boys we go to school with in the pool. Yeah, that's better.<br />
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That's really all I've done this past week. I've still got another week left of break; I hope it's better. (Hahaha, I just used a semicolon!)Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-77891198624550312792012-03-03T12:11:00.000-06:002012-03-03T12:14:10.277-06:00I Am The Chosen One. I Am The Girl Who Lived.Wednesday it was SOOO windy. It was like a Category 3 storm. I may/may not be exaggerating a leeeeeeeettle bit. But that's beside the point.<br />
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I was standing outside, under a huge tree. It is a huge tree. I mean huge. I was holding a hula hoop like it could shield me from the flying debris, which of course it didn't. My eyes were closed. (See Diagram 1 below.)<br />
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My eyes were closed, so I didn't see the dead branch fall off of the big tree. It could have killed me.<br />
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(That is me saying, "I'M ALIVE! THEREFORE, I AM THE CHOSEN ONE!")Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-2622946755865837072012-02-18T17:54:00.000-06:002012-02-18T17:54:23.885-06:00Having A Beary Good DayAbout a month ago I decided I wanted to go to Build-A-Bear. Not really sure what gave me that inspiration, but I wanted to. I told my mom, and she said that I could only go if I donated the bear to charity. <br />
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So I invited a friend along, and we built bears. We're going to donate them to the Children's Hospital. <br />
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Honestly, I'm more than fine with donating them. It feels good, and I don't need an extra teddy bear around the house. Plus, Build-A-Bear has special animals that donate money to groups like the WWF.<br />
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There is this AMAZING chocolate store. They use all natural ingredients, and make all the chocolate and candy in the store. They offer chocolate tastings in the store, where you taste a bunch of truffles and other confectionary miracles.
That was my birthday party. I invited six girls from school, and they all came. It was very awesome. The chocolate was awesome, too.
Even though I said no presents were necessary, I got two books and a handful of cards. They were all nice, but my favorite one had a picture on the inside. The picture was from my 5th birthday party, that took place at Build-A-Bear. Really great card.
At the end, we all got chocolate mustaches. We took pictures with them on, and it was so fun.Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-31201436810276197052012-01-25T20:00:00.000-06:002012-01-25T20:00:23.708-06:00Not Really The Louis We Were Looking ForMy class just finished reading A Proud Taste for Scarlet and Miniver, by E.L. Konisburg. It's about Eleanor of Aquitaine and her two husbands. If you don't know anything about her, she<br />
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So I figured something out: You can eliminate the asking part, and just tell someone, "Penny for my thoughts."<br />
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Person A: I really hate Justin Bieber. There's nothing to eat at home, and I haven't been bowling in eight years. I need new shoes, and my toenails are too short. I have an essay on Mark Twain due yesterday. Who's Mark Twain? I threw up on a roller coaster when I was five. I'm a faster typist than you. My TV is broken, and my socks are hurting my phalanges. And yesterday I lost my voice. But I got it back. I met a fairy yesterday.<br />
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Let me tell you about my Thursday.<br />
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My class went on a field trip... skiing. Super cool.<br />
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We don't live in a great area for skiing, but there's a place that makes their snow and has skiing about 45 minutes away from our school. So we brought gear to school, and we went on a bus ride to the place.<br />
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Skiing is awesome. It was a real workout, which is something I didn't know. I'd never been skiing before, so it was all really new to me. But it was the FUNNEST THING EVER.<br />
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We did ski school in the morning, even the people who had been skiing a ton. It took me a while to get everything down, but I finally got it and made my way over to where everyone else was skiing.<br />
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It's brilliant, isn't it?Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-86529403522177303502012-01-16T20:24:00.001-06:002012-01-16T20:24:09.114-06:00Very American Stir FryMy family likes barbecuing. What family doesn't? We also like making stir fry. Who doesn't?<br />
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It's really fun. First we barbecue the meat, chicken, on the grill. When that's done we put it in a big pot and put vegetables on the grill. Today my brother chose to caramelize them, and it was good, but just a little too sweet. You don't want to use too much sugar, I learned. We used broccoli, carrots, celery, pineapple, peapods, and onions for the vegetables. When we were done, we put it in the pot too and put the pot in the oven. It baked a bit more and stayed warm until we were ready for dinner. Then we ate it with rice.<br />
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People tell me I'm like her. <i>She </i>tells me I'm like her. <br />
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My friends were REALLY nice, and they even helped me fix up my pants. We didn't sew it, but we took a few safety pins and used them to help pin together the hole. It looked really cool, especially because my pants were black jeans.<br />
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The third fall was really minor, just me slipping down a stair. No big deal.<br />
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Bet you're proud of me, huh mom?Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-10514655164695511082012-01-14T07:52:00.003-06:002012-01-14T07:52:58.535-06:00All Bee'd OutThe spelling bee was yesterday. I did okay, but I didn't do as well as I had hoped to. I got out in the ninth round, misspelling <i>miscible</i>. But seriously, what kind of a word is that? I think that they made up words in that round to get us all out.<br />
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A boy in the fourth grade won, and the runner up was the same fifth grader that got second place in the Geo Bee. I hope that this boy can win first place in a bee next year; I think he deserves it.<br />
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I'm sad that I didn't do as well as I wanted to in my last spelling bee, but I think it's really cool that fourth graders won both of the bees this year. It's really an amazing accomplishment.<br />
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At least I'll never misspell <i>miscible</i> again.Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-3288406433497545572012-01-12T20:47:00.000-06:002012-01-12T20:47:22.406-06:00Spellin' Stuff<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The spelling bee is tomorrow and I'm not as nervous as I usually am. I haven't studied like crazy like I have in the past, and so I'm last-minute cramming words. I'm going to study on the way to school, too. Actually, we're studying right now <i>at this very moment.</i> I just spelled <i>convalescence </i>right. And <i>harebrained</i>, and <i>guillotine. Potpourri</i>, too. And now <i>facsimile</i>. Go me! <br />
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My mom got an email from my former teacher, who was assigning the order in which we would receive our words. <br />
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I'm going first. Three years IN A ROW.<br />
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Booyah.Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-62754253147480386622012-01-05T16:52:00.001-06:002012-01-05T16:52:57.877-06:00C'est Mon Anniversaire!That's French for "It's my birthday!" Which it is! I'm finally 12!<br />
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It doesn't feel very different from being 11, but I'm really excited. Tonight my mom and Big Pain are going out for fondue. I'm excited because I haven't been out for fondue in a while.<br />
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My Bat Mitzvah day is exactly a year from today: January 5, 2013. I'm kind of scared. 365 days isn't very long, in the long run.<br />
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Wow, we're already 5 days into 2012. This is a great year!Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294998435797444924.post-9872369201180297132012-01-04T16:38:00.000-06:002012-01-04T16:39:49.452-06:00School Starts For RealToday was my first real day at school. It wasn't the best day I've ever had.<br />
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I am incredibly, impossibly sore from gym class yesterday, especially from squats. We had to do more squats today, and I nearly screamed with all the pain. It is really hard to walk up and down stairs between every class when you have to wince with every step you take. Advil isn't helping my issue, so I just have to live with it. Oy.<br />
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My teachers don't miss a beat. Today we already have had a pop quiz in Social Studies and one assignment from each class. And I have a quiz on Friday in science.<br />
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Now, since I'm excited about my birthday and my legs, back, and right arm are at the point of falling off, I bid thee farewell, Internet.<br />
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PS: This is my 365th blog post! It took me 4 years to write the equivalent of 1 post a day for a year!Cupcakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09832705371783579638noreply@blogger.com0