I guess that the most relevent title for this post would be mcas, so MCAS

This blog kinda really stinks. Thats ok though. I'm twelve now. Yay! Don't worry though, I haven't lost my cynical, sarcastic look upon life. Yet. Gee Wiz, (insert expletive here) all these manaiacal adults trying to take over the world or something, they all just end up making life ten times more boring! Look at MCAS for example. They make this long, annoying, BORING test for all of the kids to take when really, their main purpose is to test the teacher's ability to teach! Adults get so side-tracked sometimes. Seriously, if they took all of the losers whose job it is to read and grade all the long compositions from the MCAS and told them to just go watch the teachers teach, everything would be much more efficient. Or, they could do away with the people all together, spend the extra money on better computers and few good old massage chairs for the teachers lounge (keep 'em happy, it's definatly the way to go) and rely on the kids' report cards to see how good the teachers were. It would be quite similar to taking a test, in fact. They even titled MCAS the wrong thing. It may be an assesment, and it's definatley in massachusets, but they certainly got the comprehesion part wrong. Theres no thinking involved. The loser kids never think and everyone else doesnt bother. But who cares about the MCAS anyway. You get a few extra-certified, 100% #2 pencils out it, so it's probably worth it anyway. Well, I'd say that's enough on the ridiculousness of the MCAS.(Is ridiculousness a word? Oh well, if it isn't in your dictionary, then grab a sharpie and write it in.) So long!
-Dagny (i'll tell you this time, so make sure to study for the name test for next class ) :)

P.S. As you can see, I've fallen back upon orange, an old favorite. Suggestions for new colors, anyone?
P.P.S. So long! TTFN! Sionara! Etc! Goodbye now! Exclemation marks are over rated! I think i'll shut up now! Bye!
P.P.P.S. Bye-byeeeeeeee :)

Potential Snow Days

There might be a snow day tomorow. They say that there's a 70% chance of 2-4 inches of snow by tomorrow morning, which, if the timing is just right, could result in a snow day. I love snow days. I mean, some people say that what's the difference, we'll just have to make it up in the summer, but I have better reasoning: During the winter, we have to spend the whole time inside, and we'll hardly ever get to play in the snow. However, what's an extra day in the summer? We get 3 entire months in the summer, it's not like we're going to miss out on any summer weather. But winter? All we get is a couple of wimpy little vacations. I want MORE! I want, need, and DEMAND a snow day tomorrow. Even if there's no snow. Besides, an extra day on tomorrow's homework really wouldn't hurt either.
-The amazing, all powerfull, DAGNY!!!

Yep, that's me! :)

P.S. Is the color ok? I'm not sure that it's legible.

P.P.S. If you write a comment, you had better say something other than answering my P.S.

P.P.P.S. Not to detract from the commenting experience, of course.

P.P.P.P.S. I think that that's enough PS's.

P.P.P.P.P.S. That was ironic.

P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Bye-bye!

Thanksgiving, Turkey, Goose, The Weather, Snow, And A Glimse Of Politics

Well, thanksgiving has come, and it has gone. How was yours? Really? Mine too. The food was good, but the company was boring. We make goose, not turkey, as turkey is too dry and disgusting. You like turkey? How could anyone in their right minds ever like turkey? That is SOOO dissgusting! What? Me? Never! Well, I didn't mean to insult you or anything, oh no, I would never insult anyone, oh no, no, no, you know that, you silly billy ba- um, well, lets change the subject, shall we? Yes, the weather is nice today, isn't it! Though I do wish that the snow would quit teasing us all and come down hard, maybe even enough for sledding! You don't like snow? How is that possible, it's so nice, and pretty, and fluffy, and sledding is so much fun, and- WHAT WAS THAT? Oh please, give me a break! Who cares about shoveling snow? God, you guys are such wimps, shoveling is nothing compared to the wonderfullosity of sledding, I- What? Nnnno. You're the grown-up. You do the shoveling. Nnnnot me. I don't shovel. I sled. You shovel. I'm the kid here, not- Oh my god, are you serious? You grumpy potato sacks are full of all this fairness nonsense, about pulling your sled up the hill after riding down, and all that jazz, yeah, yeah, yeah, and I'm tired of it. I'm the KID, here! Puh-lease! YOU pull my sled up the hill, YOU shovel the snow off of the walk, and YOU- Wait. You say no dessert? Really? Oh. Hahaha, just kidding, I'll do all that stuff, you know, pulling, shoveling, yeah, yeah, all that. You wanna know what else I'll do? Well, maybe you don't really care, but I'll do it anyway. I'm changing the subject. So, what side are you on when it comes to politics? I'm a- Wait. Stop. I'll talk about turkey, I'll talk about snow, I'll even lower my standards enough to gab, gab, gab away about the weather, but I just WON'T do politics. No. Nnnno thanks. Not happening. One too many of my dear relatives have been lost to severe mental sickness because of talk about politics, and though many people say that I'm already halfway there, I do not indend to follow my beloved great great grandmother's path. Sorry. It's just not happening.

There when you need me least of all,
Dagny


And yes, I'm back to orange.

Report card tension

Well, what can I say? Term ends today. Report cards on Friday. You know, that reminds me. You know what really bugs me? Well, maybe you do, but I'll tell you another thing. They always make such a big deal about how grades are closing when they close, so you get all worried and freaked out, and then, they don't even give you the report card until a week and a half later! So you end up spending an entire week completely freaking out because all of teachers are talking about test grades and homework grades and final grades and grades, grades, grades, and then you completely just pass out. And of course, I'm extra nervous because all of last year in sixth grade, I was a straight A student, so I have some pretty high standards. However I feel kind of stupid worrying about getting a B+ when other kids would love to get a grade like that, but are probably going to get grades more in the range of the letter that my name starts with. Yah. That's a D. Oh god, are you serious? My name is Dagny! And both you and I know that I'm NOT going through this again. Anyhow, as I was saying, I wish they didn't make such a big deal of grades closing until the day of or the day before we get our report cards. That way, I might not have a heart attack before I receive mine.
-Good ol' Dagny, the whole Dagny, nothing but Dagny, and no more than Dagny



All me.


P.S.- Blue's pretty cool too

tweet. tweet. tweet.

All this stuff about, well, important stuff, god, I don't know why I'm writing about it. I mean, space filler? Sure. But it's pathetic! I say, leave all that stuff to the adults. They love it. It's all that's on their minds. But me? I'm a kid for god's sake! I don't give a tweet about any of that trash! I'll tell you what I give a tweet about. I care about soccer. I'm the unofficial team headerer on my town soccer team. Soccer's fun, except when all the games get rained out. I care about school. I was straight A's all the way last year, but who knows about seventh grade! I predict my downfall will be math, which has always been a piece of cake. Kids don't usually get A's when there's no challenge involved. I care about Cafe Nicks, the local hangout for my school that's been losing customers ever since a seven eleven opened near the school and started selling over priced slushies to kids. But I love Cafe Nicks. Everything they sell is phenomenally better than any other restaurant. I mean, they've got amazing fries, spiced fries, pizza, garlic bread, and 20 million other fried delights. Just don't get their mozzarella sticks. I don't know what happened to the mozzarella sticks, but they taste and feel like chopped up credit cards. I care about the rocks that I paint as a hobby over the summer. I convinced my mom to get me 8 colors of Tempera paint, on sale for $1.99 each, then I collected some pebbles from behind the house, and began to paint. I specialize in cars. I've got about ten on the windowsill in the dining room. I also made some stone cards and paperweights. I was thinking about starting a business! I learned some pattern-making techniques, and some of them really aren't bad. Of course, some of them are hideous. But we don't need to get into that. Anyway, see what I mean? I could go on and on about what I give one, two, or however many tweets about, and that would make a much better blog entry than some stupid politics that makes me sound like a conceited two year old. Cause I'm not a conceited two year old. I'm eleven, going on twelve.
-Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
Otherwise known as Dagny The Great.
And yes, I'm back to orange.
You got a problem with that?

Kosher problems

This evening, for dinner, we had chewy steak and bland pasta. I gave myself a spoonful of pasta, tried a strand, and got up from the table. I walked over to the fridge to retrieve the cheese, and was taking it off of the shelf when my mom came into view. She told me to put the cheese back into the fridge, and that I wasn't to eat the cheese at this meat meal. Mom's Kosher, you see. Really wants me to be Kosher too, but I'm not. I don't think that she really gets that. So I tell her, look, You don't have to eat the cheese, you can do all of your Kosher stuff, but see, I'm not Kosher. So I was about to go back to the table with the cheese when the mom is like, no, you cant have cheese when the rest of the family is eating milk, and I;m pretty upset about this. I mean, not that I don't get the cheese, Sure I'd like it, but I wouldn't get upset about that, no, but my mom, she's like forcing me to be Kosher. The worst part is, she won't admit it. She gives a million and one excuses, but when you get down to it, abolishing cheese for my pasta just because she's eating steak, well, I consider that forcing me to be Kosher. See, I haven't got anything against Kosher, I mean, I think it's sorta pointless, but I don't mind other peoples doing it, but me? No. Sorry, not interested. And it really drives me nuts that me own mom wants to force me into it. And not admit it. I think I'll stop here, before I begin ranting and raving again. Dagny Dagny Dagny Dagny Dagny

Egg drop 2

I'll be blunt.

It went well. Twice. In fact, it's kind of sad now that its over, it was fun. I think there's some pictures on my stepdad's blog, so if your interested, (which I somehow doubt you are) you can check them out. You know how my second favorite color is green? Well my friend's favorite color is also green, and the color of this text is in her honor. Anyhow, I wanted to say that I learned today that many brands are all owned by the same company. I think that that is really interesting. I mean, say you're really against cigarettes, but you end up giving a cigarette company money when you buy your microwavable mac and cheese. I think that that's the equivalent of cheating, only in the real world, not Monopoly. I also heard that as of 10 years ago, all of the brand names in the USA were actually owned by 5 major companies. I don't know whether or not to believe that, it's just what I heard, but I find it pretty alarming. If you have spare time, (I don't) then maybe you can research that and tell me if it's true. As I was saying, I think that that is really freaky because everything that you see, hear, eat- all boils down to one of five major sources. Not the best way of keeping a diverse country, if you ask me. But no one ever does. I'm "underaged". A load of coddswallop, really. Not trying to be stuck up or anything, but some people can be so thick and dimwitted, I think that my vote would count much more than theirs. But who cares. Election's not for a while, and knowing Bush, he wont change the voting age laws. I'm not sure that it's even in his power to do so, anyway. But lets stay away from politics. I've lost WAY too many relatives to permanent mental sickness because of prolonged political discussions. So end of story. Bye.
-Dagny.
-You knew that.
-Course you did.
-Oh, whatever.