Term One of Four.

First year of high school at the big boy school.
This is how I faired throughout the first term.


Life Activity: A
AP Biology:  A
English 10 Honors:  A
Health 10: A
Symphonic Orchestra:  A
Woodshop: A
Seminary:  A+  I am amazing in that class.
Pre Calculus:  Drum roll please.........  B+
So close.
Yet so far.
My last test of the term I got 91%
Best I have ever gotten on a test in his class.
Thanks to the 6 hours of reviews that I went to, I got that grade.
I will improve next Term.
How were your grades?
From.
Spencer.

Halloween: 2010

It all started out when I was sitting at the computer.

Wondering what I should be this year. 

I am usually what Jim Halbert is off of the Office.  

Last year, I was facebook, year before that, three hole punch. 

This year, he was Popeye.  

I didn't own a pipe. 

I am mormon, so my family didn't own a pipe either. 

So, I couldn't do that. 

Then.  When talking to Olivia, she gave me the idea.  

Julian Smith. 

I quite liked it.  

Actually, I really liked that idea.  So, thank you for the idea.  

I got a box of waffles, and went on my way with a V-neck shirt and glasses.

There is me and a picture of the guy I was supposed to be.  Can you tell who is who? 

I went on my way to trunk or treat.  

Five minutes into this joyous occasion, it started to rain...

And rain harder...

And harder....

And then just a constant downpour.  

It rained until the ground was wet.  

My mom was in need to go to walmart.  

I exchanged some money with her and she came home with this.

Oh baby yes.  

The new Taylor Swift CD, Speak Now.  

Probably the best one yet.

The only bad parts are that there are two songs, that are really slow... REALLY SLOW, that go on for almost seven minutes.  

Really.  

For the first time, I was halfway through it and I had to skip it.  

Sorry Taylor.  

Couldn't stand it.  

At about 7:15 I went with my parents to my grandpa's.  

I love my grandpa.  

He is the best. 

He got all decked out for Halloween.  

It was amazing.  

He made his driveway all spooky and whatnot, and in his garage, he had all of his amazing toys that he gets out of magazines.  It was amazing.  

He also wrote down the WHOLE process of photosynthesis.  

I so wish I took a picture of it.  

It was the most complex thing I have ever seen.  

It was awesome. 

Next, I get a call from Noah Shumway.  

He asked me if I wanted a ride to the stake dance. 

I said ok. 

I haven't ever been to a stake dance.  

We got there about right as it started.  

Yes.  We don't believe in arriving fashionably late.  

Just right on time.  

When we got there...

No one was flippen even there.  

I turned to Noah and said.  

"Wow.  This is fun.  Best dance I have ever been to.  I could stay all night."

(For all of you who don't know me, I tend to, sometimes, be very sarcastic.  I enjoy sarcasm.  I just like it. So I am a sarcastic person.  Just for your information.)

But as the night went on.  

The party grew funner.  

((I should say 'more fun,' but really,  who cares about english grammar anyways.  Too complex.))

I got taught how to dance, thanks Olivia Petty. 

I got made fun of because I sucked,  thanks Emilee Keele.

Hey.  First time. 

Give me a break.  

So.  That is how my Halloween ended.  

How was yours?

From.  

Spencer.

End of term One.

Ok team. 

We are 1/4th of the way through with this school year. 

I have two B-'s.  

Not acceptable.  

But they are in the two hardest classes of mine.  

Pre Calculus and AP Biology.  

I had a test today in Math. 

I am pretty sure I owned it.  

I had a test in AP Biology.

I am pretty sure I owned it. 

Every time I think I do good on a test. 

I fail it...

Every time I think I do ok on a test. 

I do ok. 

Every time I think I do bad on a test.

I do bad.  

Cocky?

Maybe. 

We will find out tomorrow at 2:45 when grades are released.

Into the internet.

Best Report Ever.

So, this essay.  Report.  However you want to say it.
Only report that I have ever gotten full credit on.  And I had no help whatsoever.
So.  Here it is.
Enjoy.
I know you will.

How The Merryweather Family Got So Dang Ripped.

One day, a few years back, there was a man.  This was an ordinary man. He was 

what you would call a modern day redneck named Billy Merryweather.  He was out working in the fields one day when he stumbled across an injured weasel-dog.  He was about to put it out of its misery when he heard it say, “Wait. Don’t kill me.  If you can heal me I can make your life awesome!”  So, he took the animal home, and healed it.  When the weasel-dog was all better, he told the man, “Thank you so much for healing me.  For this, I will grant you 3 wishes.”  Well, the man thought this was almost the coolest thing that has ever happened to him, except for that one time he won a years supply of rice pudding.  He thought that was pretty darn cool too, but that’s a story for another day. 

He thought about what he could wish for. It could be anything he wanted.            Maybe a donkey to ride into town? That would be sweet, but because he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, he used his first wish for a gallon of ice cream. 

The weasel-dog looked at him with a stupid expression.  He asked him if that was what he really wanted to waste his first wish, but before Billy the redneck could answer, there appeared a gallon of  Rocky Road ice cream in front of him.  So, Billy sat there for the next 28 minutes and ate himself some ice cream.  He enjoyed it very much. 

For his next wish he wanted to not be so hot when he was working in the fields.  So, he wished for a way to make it not so hot when working in the melon patches during the day.  He slept and had the greatest dream.  He dreamt of himself, working in the field, and he had no shirt on.  And that is why rednecks don’t wear shirts too often.

His third and last wish.  He didn’t know what he should wish for.  He used his brain, which rarely happens, and he though of something that would make himself happy, and his great grandchildren after him.  He approached the weasel-dog.  The animal asked him if he was going to wish for something stupid and worthless again, but Billy said no.  He had thought of the perfect wish.  He went up to the weasel-dog and said.  “I wish that myself, and all the Merryweather’s who come after me will be very ripped.  Ripped as in strong.” 

So, the weasel-dog granted him his wish, and left to do whatever weasel-dogs do.  And Billy, he found a girl and had a few kids.  And that, is how the Merryweather family got so dang ripped.

It's a little long. 

But you know, it is awesome.

My Mother's relationship with Harry Potter 7 Part 1.

So.
My mom must love Harry Potter a lot.
So.  She went and bought about 98 extra tickets to the Midnight showing.
So.  You want one?
I know where you can be hooked up.
It's 9 dollars and 50 cents.
It is the on the 18/19th of November.
THURSDAY NIGHT EARLY FRIDAY MORNING
Lets not mix that up.
It's a school night.  But really.  Who cares about school when Harry Potter is coming out.
Like really.
We need to sell them.
With love
Spencer.

This week from the eyes of Spencer Merryweather.

So.  This week.
I hearted this week.
Fall break.
Go team.
I quite like Fall break.
It makes me happy.
Yesterday, I owned at a volleyball game.
We won by a landslide.  (by default.)
But still.
Emilee Keele was the only one who showed up.
Besides me.
Sunday was 10/10/10
I made a wish at 10/10/10 10:10:10
I broke the rules.
Who cares about the 11:11 rule.
That's lame sause.
Next year, it will be 11/11/11 11:11:11
I will wish the most epic wish ever.
To get a date...
For a million dollars.
Yes.  A million dollars.
I learned in 275 days, I will be dateable.
Auctualy it will be in about 275 days plus 6 months.
I can't have friends in the car with me until 6 months after I get me permit.
Lame sause.
Wednesday:
I shouted for joy.
Fall break started.
Thursday:
My mother left for Cali.
My Cuz got married.
On the beach.
Pretty nifty.
Friday:
I went to the mall.
I supported breast cancer.
It was epic.
I saw people dress mannequins.
It was the best thing I saw ever.
I took a picture.
It was awesome.
They sell llamas at the Indian Shop.
That place is so cool.
Saturday:
I cleaned.
I mowed my lawn.
It looks amazing.
Very good looking.
Just like me.
Anyways...
After that I played Starcraft II
I own at that game.
Jill DeBuck felt my wrath.
She got powned.
Like a n00b.
When you see her.
You can make fun of her.
So.
That was my week.
How did you spend yours.
Posted with Love.
Spencer.
P.S.
Who ever wants to help me make my blog look attractive.
I'm all for it.
It looks lame.
So, bye.

4 people strong.

My blog is now known to 4 people.
Welcome to my blog Jenn.

Sept. 30th, 2010

Sept. 30th, 2010.
The world lost the best grandmother in the world.
You may think you have the best grandma.
But you don't.
I do.
You don't know this because you never had her as a grandmother.
I love you Grandma.
My grandma loved everyone.
Everyone loves grandma.
It worked out that way.
I love her more that anything else.
I have never had anything like this happen in my life.
I have been lucky to have all of my grandparents.
I love you grandma.

I love you.