Dagny's Totally Awesome Blog

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

2006-04-03T10:53:00.000-04:00

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

2005-12-05T18:39:00.000-05:00

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

2005-11-27T20:36:00.000-05:00

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

2005-11-15T20:26:00.000-05:00

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.

2005-11-09T17:48:00.000-05:00

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

2005-11-02T21:41:00.000-05:00

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

2005-10-25T21:17:00.000-04:00

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.

The Great Egg Drop. Tum, tum, tuuuuuuuum!

2005-10-19T18:38:00.000-04:00

There's going to be the "great egg drop" tomorow. Every year, I have always watched those big seventh graders throw their egg contraptions off the roof, and now, finally, that big seventh grader is me. I tested my design by throwing it off of my porch. It didn't break. The real thing's tomorow. Wish me luck! Keep ya posted!
- Dagny Dagny Dagny Dagny Dagny

All me.

lots of pretty colors!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-10-16T14:39:00.000-04:00

Sorry- bad times, bad mood. I'll make it up to you. My sister's favorite color is yellow, and my other sister's favorite color is red. My soccer game got canceled today 'cause it was raining, and I was looking forward to it. (tear-tear) If you read my stepdad's blog entry about Chuck E. Cheese, I'm not actually at all interested in the place, I just happened to be headering a ball from Chuck's. You know, most people call it 'Chuckey's Cheese'. Also, I wasn't typing in my stepdad's blog, he was just typing what I was saying. I'm not really that much of a weirdo, you know, just sometimes I can be rather finicky. I'm kind of bored of writing in blue, so I think I'll switch to the good old, family favorite: Orange. Yeah, that's better. You know, frankly, I have no idea about why my blog has so much about color in it. I mean, yay, color, but it's not really that exciting. My blog must be really boring. I wonder if anyone except my step dad is reading it. If you read it, do me a favor and comment on it. I just want to know if it's really on the internet, and not just on my computer. Well, I had better quit while I'm ahead (or semi-ahead, anyway, you probably still think that I am some sort of weirdo after my yesterday's entry). TTFN
Tata for now! :)>
me, all me, nothing but me

blahblahblah. humph.

2005-10-15T10:18:00.000-04:00

dont even start with me.
yah, yah, spell check, shmell check
spell check's over rated
and you arent getting any morew info about my color preference. Y bother, yall'll just take use it against me...
gawd
I already went throught name ordeall once, and im NOT doing it again.
ha.

geesh! Arg! oh, just shut UP!

2005-10-15T09:45:00.000-04:00

so my parents are like, well, its all your fault that your sister ripped up the cotton balls you need for the egg drop project for school. yah, they think that rolling up the bag and specificly telling her, no, awww, that doesnt matter, why should it? MY sister, she was totally innnocent, she was just- booooooooored or summit. Gawd! so they go on ranting, and raving, saying "i ought to know better" and im thinking, like, wtf, except I dont swear, and so i didnt say squat. Anyways, rthen the other sister comes in, and she starts complaining about sister number 1, shew did blabidyblabidyblah, and right away, step dad gets his big old corny "pity me" voice and tells her how he'll go talk to her right away, and hoiw sis#2 did the right thoing by telling, and all this sh@*. As I said, i dont tdo this swearing thing, like some boys at the scholl, they go around sayin' you s***, you s***, to all the folks they see, I think its pathetic, just like them, all they ,know how to say is you s***, you s***. But thats off topic. My English teacher sias, never get off topic, otherwise, start a new paragraph, so im like, ok
see, i started a new paragraph, and then, ya know, she starts talking agsain, least sahe's not like the parents, they talk too, but theysa always complainin' 'bout summit that im doin'. Ya know, its typical, xept they dont do squat to my sisters, no, theyre just sweet little darlins and Im like, ************************** if ya get me point. god, wats the problem, whadjja do, feel the pea I put under yer twenty mattreses? It makes me wanna PUKE! So anyway, they go off, start dealin with sis1, and im like, watevs, mate. if at heart, all they are is al dumpload of ****ers, then there aint squat I can do bout it. Ya think thats what I think? nooooooo. They go, and they read my blog, and theys all are sayin, ah, she's just a moody ol' preeteen, and Im like, that may be, but Im wat yalls got, so TOUGH. DEAL WITH IT! God!
arg!
yours calmly, serenely, understandably, and all that jazz,
God, y do i gotta write my name, just lok at the flipping blog title andf put 2 and 2 together. and dont go round tellin me its five, cause I jjusrt AINT IN THE MOOD, OK?
jeez.
fine
the names dagny
happy?
good.
not.

Ps
I dont even want to know wat this color is called, i hate, detest, abhore, it. (Happy, mrs. English teacher who likes funky words, show not tell, blah blah blah, but you get the idea, ok)

School

2005-08-31T09:10:00.000-04:00

I feel like an idiot saying this, but I'm actually looking forward to school. I think buying all of these pretty, new school supplies is what makes it look so appealing. I have one of those insert-a-picture binders, and I made the covers for them last night. I used word-art and clip-art to make them look really nice, but I got so excited about the whole thing, which is really strange, who gets excited over school? I suppose I'll get to see all of my friends again, but I feel like such a geek, looking forward to math class. Well, I guess all new things look like fun at first, no matter how bad they really are. I mean, they say that two hours of homework is the norm. That's not good. That's baaaaad. Reeeeeally baaaaaaaaad. Keep ya'll posted!
P.S. Ca-ching ca-ching! You're right! My fourth favorite color is purple! Well, it's actually lilac, but I thought that that would be too difficult to read.

Bendable pencils

2005-08-30T17:22:00.000-04:00

Hey there, everyone! Well, I've been back-to-school shopping and all of that, and there's one kind of pencil that I really go wild for: Bendable, flexible pencils. I'm sure you've seen them. Those long, neon pencils that look fake but aren't. I've been looking for them on the internet because the Staples I went to didn't have any. Now, I've got a very limited budget, seeing that the most I can make is 2 dollars a week. My mom won't buy any pencils for me because she thinks that I already have lots of old pencils. I repeat- OLD pencils. Who wants to go into seventh grade with sixth grade pencils? Not me!* Anyhow, whatever the annoyingly pathetic reason, I have to use my own hard-earned money on bendable pencils.
The cheapest pencils I could find on the web were $3.50 plus shipping and handling. That's about four dollars! For many adults, I suppose, four dollars does not seem like very much, but for me, it's four loads of my sisters' laundry. It takes me two weeks to make four dollars. I could not find anything cheaper than that, and of course, the personalized pencils on the same site for 79 cents also attracted my attention. But I have craved bendable pencils for more that a year, ever since my mom forgot to order them from the Rhode Island Novelties catalogue that we used to receive in the mail. And now, when I finally find them again, I cant afford them. ARG!

*I know that I may sound like an idiotic teenage girly-girl. I'm not. No way in heck. I'm a high honors nerd. And proud of it. My favorite color isn't pink, it's orange. Wait- you know that already. I think short skirts are a disgrace to mankind (and womankind). Just wanted to make sure we cleared that up.

P.S. And no, you may not quote me on that.

P.S.S You guessed it! My third favorite color is blue. Well, my mom thinks I look good in blue, anyway.

My second post

2005-08-29T20:52:00.000-04:00

Hi there! My second favorite color is green. I usually like this shade of green, but I thought it was too hard to read. Anyway, I don't have much to say, so I'll spare you the displeasure of hearing me blab on anymore. I just felt like writing something. See ya later, alligator!

Let's Get Started!

2005-08-29T20:25:00.000-04:00

Hi! My name is Dagny, and this is my blog. I know, you'd never guess that my name is Dagny, my blog title doesn't give anything away! Apparently my name means new day in Norwegian, but my parents got it from a book called Atlas Shrugged. Never read it, myself. Anyway, I'm new on this blog thingy, but I suppose I'll catch on pretty quickly. I'm starting school in about a week, (yes, that should answer that question, I'm eleven going on twelve going into seventh grade, and proud of it too) and I assume I'll have more to write about then. Well, I suppose that's enough for now. Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed-bugs bite. And if they do, bite back ;).

P.S. My favorite color is orange. Can you tell?

I have to go to bed now. Too bad. So sad. Bye-bye!