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Cupcakes and A Sharing of the Saddest Photo Ever

I MADE CUPCAKES AND I AM OVERLY PROUD OF THIS

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I don't know how to cook...at all, which my mother brings up frequently, so when I do anything involving the inside of an oven (asiiiide from when I heat up Bagel Bites, as we do not own a microwave for Reasons), I act like a five-year-old who just made her first thing in an Easy-Bake.

I haven't been reading much because I've been trying to finish Why Classical Music Still Matters, and it's hella hard and ALSO caroling gigs start today and will consume 90% of my free time until Christmas (slight exaggeration). But did I tell you all I'm going to Minnesota in January? Awesome idea, yes? It is -3 degrees there right now, and it's not even mid-December. For a Chicagoan to be scared of how cold a place is -- that is terrifying. 

I started a schedule spreadsheet, and my friend and I are going to see the St Paul Chamber Orchestra (SPCO if you're cool) in my quest to be less of an asshole about classical music. "But Alice, you do opera -- don't people who like opera automatically like classical?" NOPE. And my best friend plays for the Toronto Symphony. We've been friends since we were 13; she's played in orchestras SINCE that time, and I think I've gone to see her play like five times. But I am attempting to fix my thought of classical music = boring. 

December is crazy, yes? Starting today it feels like a nonstop ride until the 29th when my family leaves. And speaking of New Year's -- my first New Year's in Chicago, I got a camera for Christmas and decided to use it to take The Saddest New Year's Picture Ever, which I now share with you all since this post has been pretty much all about me sharing a picture of cupcakes:


The bear also has a noisemaker. It's in the details.

Happy Friday, all.

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