Yes, Yes the library is open...Thanks to me.

 So the library's open, the school is open (no oatis ), but apparently the marching field is not open. We, the band, a great big band, have, have not marched in weeks. okay fine nobody just picked up on the little "sound of music" tribute in the last sentence but you had a fair chance. The point is I now as of this day August sixteenth, in the year of our Lord 2007, the Mendenhall band is well on thier way to scoring a TWO for the Third year in a row. "Oh don't think like that daniel it's not nice" you might say "well you drumline well do great" and maybe both are true but somebody has to think this way because we either endanger our health and practice; or try to play ketchup and sit our while people relearn to march and other just play around because they don't care. Good Think K-Dog it's best just to play the same songs over and over and over. We might be able to see for miles and miles but one for sure we can't march for miles and miles.

                Wake Up, MHS!

                                                                                                   -morton the (not band "captain") penguin

Currently Listening Cash: Ultimate Gospel By Johnny Cash farside banks of Jordan. see related

a horse is a horse of course of couse..

    still really nothing interesting. but oh well I make something up:

          Today as I woke up my Penguin senses tinkled and right then I knew it was up to The Penguin Knight to save the day! I hurried down town where The Great Sea Lion, my archnemisis, was wrecking havoc on corndog eating toddlers. I was up to me, The Penguin Knight to save the day. I used my fish spitting powers and flapped my way to victory as I yelled: "Hey! Cut that out, you Meanie!" And he almost did. It was then that he realized he was bigger than me and decided to eat me, But I would not let happen.  As he closed in on me I used my Penguin Peck and pick, peck, poked his eyes out. Then I got my Penguin Drill and went for his great big ferocious fangs. When I came toward his mouth with my drill all of the great teeth fell out in one tap. appearently he was extremely old forgot his polident.

       I'm going to boys state this saturday the twentysixth until next friday the first. I think it's the first but I do know I am coming home on the next friday.

Finally an update. I guess I get so tired of feeling bad.

Let the lower light be Burning

Brightly beams our Father's mercy from His lighthouse evermore,
But to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore.
Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave!
For to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore.

Dark the night of sin has settled, loud the angry billows roar;
Eager eyes are watching, longing, for the lights, along the shore.
Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave!
Eager eyes are watching, longing, for the lights, along the shore.

Trim your feeble lamp, my brother, some poor sailor tempest tossed,
Trying now to make the harbor, in the darkness may be lost.
Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave!
Trying now to make the harbor, some poor sailor may be lost.

 Look an update. Pats for me. I sometimes stay busy and I guess you just get tired of feeling bad.

          morton the (charlie rhodes) penguin

Let the lower lights be burning.

Brightly beams our Father's mercy from His lighthouse evermore,
But to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore.
Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave!
For to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore.

Dark the night of sin has settled, loud the angry billows roar;
Eager eyes are watching, longing, for the lights, along the shore.
Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave!
Eager eyes are watching, longing, for the lights, along the shore.

Trim your feeble lamp, my brother, some poor sailor tempest tossed,
Trying now to make the harbor, in the darkness may be lost.
Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave!
Trying now to make the harbor, some poor sailor may be lost.