Come on!

Well, I think people have given up. No one besides me hardly even posts any more. Cooper is not even telling me why he is only wwriting one sentence. some of the people who used to blog every day are hardly bloogging each month. I think I know why. Facebook is kiilin us! Jordan, who is in paraguay is writing the longest, Come on, people. Use ythe brain.

Are you serious?

Le Miserabe (or something spelled like that)

Well, friday, march 13 I went and saw The High School Production of Le Miserab, pronounced Lay Miserab, don't know how to spell it. It was great. My brother did awesome. He got ran Over by a cart (in the play)!! well it was awesome and it was the best and it was awesome and it was better than any other play and it was awesome and cool and, plus, it was mormon infested, meaning there were a lot of mormons in it and I knew them and porter's friend was in it and she was probably the best actor behind tanner and tanner was like a wine-o in the play but the botttle he was drinking out of was empty and it had contained a mango drink but it was empty during the play so hed didn't drink anything at all unless he drank something during the intermission but it wasn't alchohlaic,trust me, and he stayed up till like one out with his friends but he dind't drink, trust me, and when I say didn'tr drink i mean he didn't drink alchohal he probably drank root beer and this is probably the longest run on senctence ever and i want to end it but i can't because i've already run on forever and when I say forever i mean for a long time beacuse if i ran on forever i would die so i am going to end it in awhile no i'll end it now,no later and i'll keep talking and talking and talking and when i say talking i mean typing so i'll kepp typing and typing antyping an basketball is better than football and i am awesome and you are not stupid but you are for reading this far but not really someone count these letters and tell tem to me or porter because i am garrett not porter for if i were porter than i would be sixteen instead of twelve and right now it is six fifty six so i will type until seven o'clock for that is the time i will stop typing and i will not stop typing not even at six fifty nine which will be the time in a couple of seconds and i am cool so remeber thatand also remeber to see if president obama is doing a good job and tell me this better be a world record because i have been typing forever and when i say forever i mean for a long time it is seven, tell me the number of letters bye, says me, garrett, bye.

To the Right You Can See...

That long ol' thing to the right is my taxonomic key sheet. You should try it out.

Garrett Urmston

My Poem

The following is a poem written by Garrett Urmston, who is almost at a shakespearean level of poetry; By Garrett Urmston
The Tale of Scott

A man once lived in Spain.
I am about to tell you his name.
His name happened to be Scott.
He moved away,
And then they say,
He smoked a whole bunch of pot.

The next morning he knew he was wrong.
So he became a professional player of ping-pong.
To teach every single kid
To nut use drugs,
To not put their fingers in sockets for plugs,
For that was the wrong that he did.

He then went to China, and entered a tournament of Champs.
When it got dark they lit some lamps,
Suddenly, all the lights went out
And everyone, as loud as they could, screamed.
But all the players, together, teamed,
To make everyone not pout.

They entered a cabin through its door,
Even though it looked very, very, poor,
And they found matches and took them.
Then the sky turned overcast,
So the players took off fast,
But one of them tripped on a stem.

“You go ahead I’ll get him,” Scott said,
Then he went to find the man, Ted.
Scott ran like a ferret,
He found Ted, the man
But Scott, into another man, ran
Whose name happened to be Garrett

Scott said, “Hello, how are you?”
Garrett said “I feel like poo.”
Then Ted said “Hey, help me!”
So the two men picked Ted up with the fireman’s carry.
No one was marry,
No one was filled with glee.

Then they got back, including Scott, the hero,
He was no longer a zero,
And with this fact Scott gleamed.
He saved Ted
Who went to bed,
And Scott finally felt esteemed.

I know its awesome.