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?