Letters to Myself

Audra,
You have a habit of getting ready to write, and then TOTALLY forgetting. Write to yourself so you won't forget if you have more stupidly amounted Middle School work. Even though we are ripping off one amazing blog right now, Musings of a Wannabe Star, this is still fun. Think, Think, Think, Think. Guess what I'm doing now!


Thinkful,
Audra

Wow.

Dear random people who stumble on my blogs: What is the most emotionally disturbing or torturing thing your parents have ever done in front of you?


Wonder-y, Audra...

Ah, Muse. It Helps Me Muse.

Maggie,
My brother is listening to a band named Muse. It's awesome. By the way, does Sam still have his band Phobia? No idea. Hm...How old is Josie now? Do you still call her Josie? Do you still have Pete the cat? Ah, so many questions that remain unanswered.


Musingly,
Audra?

Dear Self,

Take a picture of Audra before you start on your first day of B.R.A.V.O and then take one after your last show. See how good your life is then, and look at it now. Different, right? You'll see how much living without the mean people at your school is easy. You'll know.