dear...

Dear science teacher,
I really, really don't like you. You cannot teach. Also you switched our tables so I'm not with the guy I like anymore.
Rude.
But at least you're enthusiastic.

Dear every teacher I've ever had,
I've probably inadvertently stolen books from all you. I'm really, really sorry and I hope you know that they're still being read and loved today. Also, I think every single one of you had at least six Baby-Sitters Club books.
Not that I'm complaining.

Dear people that play outside during region band tryouts,
I wish you would stop doing that because you're all freaking good and it intimidates me. Thanks.

Dear Ali,
YO SQUADRON MATE AKA MY BESTEST FRIEND EVER
*cough* you're fabulous. I love you a whole freaking lot. Thanks for buying me food sometimes when I don't have money and for letting me borrow your clothes and for criticizing the people on Love It Or List It with me.
Also, we're doing more photo booths this summer.
Just sayin.

Dear JK Rowling,
If you don't write an eighth Harry Potter book I will never forgive you.


Dear weirdos who request to follow me on Instagram,
You are the reason my account is private. PEOPLE. LIKE. YOU.
Creeps.

Dear B,
Honey, you're really smart. Get over the fact that you got an 80 in algebra. Everybody, including you, will get a B at least once in their lifetime.
And you're kind of snobbish about your grades.Dea
Really snobbish.

Dear Webkinz,
Quit charging $83457234878927489 a person to be able to play anything. Nobody likes your website anymore.
Except me.
But that's only because I've been playing since I was seven.

Dear Chick-Fil-A,
Never, ever go out of business. Always have Cherry Coke.
Also, I know you're judging me like mad when I go up to the counter and ask for six Chick-Fil-a sauces but it's only cause I have four siblings.

Dear four siblings,
You're all weirdos. In the best way.
Love ya.
p.s. who thinks we should have a sleepover on the trampoline? cause I do.

Dear Mom,
We really, really need to replace the vacuum cleaner bag. I'm tired of having to drag the downstairs vacuum all the way upstairs when I clean my room.
Thanks.

Dear HTML code tutorials that actually make sense,
YOU SAVED MY FREAKING LIFE. THANKS GUYS.
Also shoutout to Ctrl+F for making the search for HTML tags that much easier.

Dear everyone that was on my team for dodgeball on Tuesday,
Sorry if I sucked. I thought I did pretty okay but ay you know how these things go.
But, just sayin, I totally rocked it.

Dear Adi,
You're crazy and amazing and I love you a whole very lot. I can't wait for when we meet and make a baking video with celebrity-themed cupcakes and a day in the life video.

Dear Future Husband,
You'll be expected to watch Harry Potter and jam to Taylor Swift and don't judge me for liking Diet Coke cause there's enough of those people in the world and please let's travel the world together and our first daughter will be named Alice and I really hate mold so please be the shower cleaner in our house.
Love ya.

Dear Maddie,
YOO INTERNET FRIEND I FREAKING LOVE YOU TO PIECES OKAY

Dear Mom,
Also, thanks for making me lunch on testing days. I can't handle the school lunches after four hours of testing. They don't even give you a cookie and that is not a system I can live with.

Dear Taylor Swift,
Never, NEVER stop being perfect. I love you so much and you're an amazing role model. If I get to come see you in person I will probably die.
Also, it was me who bought the Shake It Off ringtone three times.
It was an accident.

Dear algebra,
I have no idea what on earth I'm doing.

Dear fellow fangirls,
"They never said the fangirl life it would be easy. They only said it would be worth it." - me, 2K15

Dear A,
You were super mean to me in sixth grade. It was very much uncalled for. By the way, I was totally beating your butt at kickball.
SO THERE.

Dear movies about the American Revolution,
I get way too emotional watching you. Sorry.

Dear Daddy,
You're fantastic and I love you. Thanks for buying me ice cream after band concerts and for singing Michael Buble with me and replacing the word "love" with "waffles".
Dang. We're hilarious.

Dear Adi,
"Hey guys I'm Leah and I'm here with my internet friend Adi...and ...um...it seems that Adi has passed out..."

Dear Spotify,
YOU'RE AMAZING. I DON'T KNOW HOW I SURVIVED WITHOUT YOU OKAY.

Dear teenagers that look at me weird in the mall,
You scare me, even though I'm a teenager myself. You probably will always scare me.

Dear summer,
Please, oh please, get here faster. I've got marching band to do and road trips to go on and ice cream to eat and books to read and music to listen to. I've got memories to make.

Dear self,
I don't think you're as awkward as you were three years ago. I sure hope you aren't.
And by the way, you're great. You have a great music taste and you're kind of hilarious. You have dreams. You have friends. You know who you're supposed to be.
Keep doing great, girl.

♡ l e a h

t-swizzle.

In case you don't know me, I am a HUGE fan of Taylor Swift. 

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE.

I love her all of her music, her videos are brilliant and she's so generous and amazing and GAH I LOVE THAT GIRL.

In fact we're doing collages in art and whenever I found a picture of her I would go "Taylor Taylor Taylor Taylor SWIFT!" My friends think I have issues.

Psssh. 

Me?

But it ain't a blog til Taylor's been on it, ya'll. 

*creds to someone amazing on g+*

I think that's good for now.

Anyway, Taylor is my role model and my very favorite artist ever.

sorry had to

And now I join the ranks of the people who have long obsessive posts about their favorite celebrites on their blogs.

*throws confetti and hands out taylor swift themed cupcakes to said ranks*

♡ l e a h 

I SHIP IT

This is really a problem, guys.

In case ya don't know, in the world of fandoms we have a little something we like to call "shipping."

And it's got nothing to do with FedEx.

Shipping is when you want two people to be together. Sometimes these ships are fictional, and sometimes...not so much.

If your ship is canon, that means they actually get together in the books or movies or whatever, like Percabeth or Hinny.

If your ship isn't canon, they only get together in your head and the heads of others in your fandom, and you're destined to scroll through fanart of them whispering "oh, I ship it. I ship it so hard."

Example: Reynico.

Like I said, it's getting out of hand. It's actually gotten to the point where when I was in the theater to see Cinderella, I thought, "oooh, Ella and the prince. I definitely ship it"

IT'S AN ISSUE.

But the first step to getting rid of any problem is to talk about it, so howsabout we delve into the world of my OTPs?

(prepare yourself.)

PERCABETH. PERCABEEEEEEEEETH. I SHIPPITY SHIP SHIP SHIP IT.

Hinny was probably my second ship ever, right after...

ROMIONE.

I SHIPPED THEM FROM YEAR THREE. 

BACK OFF HATERS.

MATTORY.

Okay, this one is kinda more personal. These people are both on a sketch comedy show called Studio C, and holy heck. 

I SHIP IT SO HAAAAAAAAAARD.

MATTORY.

Hiccstrid.

If you don't ship this, there is something very wrong with you.

Just saying,

REEEEEEYNICO.

THEY DON'T GET TOGETHER IN THE BOOKS AND I WANTED THEM TO SO BAD.

UUUUUGH.

#KILLINGME

Maxerica.

Just...just go read The Selection.

AAAAAAUGH.

Everlaaaaaaark.

yesssity yes yes yes.

btw clato fanart is difficult to find.

I probably ship Clato more than Everlark.

#sorrynotsorry

THEY'RE JUST SO PERFECT.

Okay, there's probably (defineitely) more, but those are the major ones that make me happyhappyhappy.

I''m perfectly sane, I swear.

BUT what about you folks? Do you have these same thoughts or do you refrain from putting random strangers together? 

Tell me in the comments and we can ship together. 

Bai.

♡ l e a h

why i hate standardized testing

You know those three weeks out of every school year that every single person in the school dreads? When the teachers turn into drill sergeants and you have to sit at your desk for four hours and twiddle your thumbs?

Yep, it's testing season. And my school is officially in crunch mode.

Now, I don't actually hate the testing itself. I'm a reasonably good test taker, and actually kind of enjoy bubbling in all the answers and stuff.

No, what I hate about testing is everything that comes along with it. 

First off, there's the half hour at the beginning where you have to sign the cell phone policy, and listen to the directions, and make sure everyone has pencils. Then once you finally get the dang test started, you can't even breathe without the teacher swooping in on you and threatening you with a zero.

Just, like, chill out, man. 

Then there's those questions on the test that make no sense and none of the answers seem correct. I hate those so much. 

"EXCUSE ME, THIS PASSAGE WAS NOT WHIMSICAL, HOSTILE, LIGHT-HEARTED, OR BROODING. CAN I HAVE A FIFTH OPTION."

Once you get the test turned in, you have the rest of the testing time to either read or sleep or watch the clock tick down do the time when you can finally get out of there. I usually read, but sitting in the same spot for four hours gets quite uncomfortable and ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS CHECK TWITTER BUT YOUR CELL PHONE IS IN A PLASTIC BIN AT THE FRONT OF THE ROOM 

AND IT'S WAY STUFFY IN YOUR TESTING ROOM AND OF COURSE YOU WORE A HOODIE

AND YOU NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM BUT THERE'S LIKE FOUR PEOPLE AHEAD OF YOU

And then, just when you think you're going to lose it, time is up and you can finally leave.

Repeat.

I really don't enjoy testing days.

(except when i have a new book.)

So, do you guys feel the same way? Or can you actually stand it? If you can please oh please tell me your secret.

I've still got a long time before I graduate. 

♡ l e a h