Retirement

Although my blog has been out of service for a very long time I am just now getting around to officially retiring it. Nerf Nerf has been a wonderful blog and shared a few laughs and memories as well as terrible posts with all of us. The writers, editors, and producers of Nerf Nerf all greatly appreciate the support that the entire Internet Community has given it. But now, just like all great athletes, teachers, and other professionals, there comes a time when one must just "walk away." At this moment the blog created by Willie Petersen called Nerf Nerf is officially retired from the blogging universe, and unlike Brett Favre, it will most likely not make multiple comebacks. However, a reunion concert and tour may be in the near future.

Thank you, and goodnight America

Just Chillin'

Summer is the best time of year. I don't understand how kids can cry at the end of the school year when school ends. How can someone be sad to leave a cramped, hot, and smelly concrete box.

I have really enjoyed my summer so far it has been pretty sweet. I have done a lot of fun stuff this summer from basketball camps to taking 2 hour naps in the middle of the day. But the best part of summer is definately being able to just relax. I like to wake up and know I do not have to do anything for the whole day, although in my case that very rarely happens. I do have a philosophy for summer, if anyone really cares. Always count up the days never count down, think what you did and not what you didn't, and no summer day can be wasted.

The End!

There's my blog post for the next 6 months or so

The Post With no Name

Hi, my name is Willie. I have a blog. Oh wait, this is my blog. Or maybe a forgotten website that used to be pretty cool, but is now the equivalent of something that you would buy at the Salvation Army Store (but only if it was on sale). Everyone else has a blog too, you know. They all "update" theirs and make them all "artistic" and "fanciful." Not mine. A lonely Internet wanderer may come across this dumpster of depression one day. There are no creative pictures or things like that to greet them. Just a very threatening liger.

So, to all of the lonesome Internet wanders and any others. Have a nice day :)





PS--- that little thing at the end. mr. colon parenthesis. he is supposed to be a smiling smiley face

Category: Extreme Sucketh

What!?! A blog post? No way? haven't seen one of these for a while. Man blog posts are almost as endagered of mister liger at the top. Did you miss me? I'm sure you did. I'd miss me if I was gone for a while.



Talent show today: Jr. High talent shows aren't usually winners as most people know. But usually they at least are like a 3 or 4 out of ten. The one at my school today.............. -76 out of 10. Not the best rating if I do say so myself. It can be summed up in 1 word........... Extremely Awful. Too many off key singers for my little ears to handle. 2 guitars, 2 pianos, one cool glow in the dark thing. But worst of all. You guessed it, TOO MUCH DACNE COMPANY!! I am tempted to hold an assembly, invite all the dance company on to the stage, and then play the song "Beat it"



Someone should put something like this in the talent show. It is real talent.



Or maybe just re-name it the Untalentful Show.

Post Numero 101

Espisodes 1 through 5: The Adventures of the great Sir William

• Bullet Point Number 1: The first not the second-----------------I have been playing a lot of basketball lately. 50 games to be almost exact. To put that into perspective a NBA season is 81 games. That is pretty much a butload of basketball. My Jr. Jazz team went undefeated and won the county tournament. Jr. High team (cough cough) SUCKED. Churchball went to region. I still can't figure out how that worked. We had 19 people show up to the only games that mattered and managed to win a few. AAU best basketball experience ever. I was the only white kid on the team adn it was awesome. We were 7 and 3 and were the second place team. I personally think that second place is just a nice way of saying you lost, buy second place to a team that we technically shouldn't have even played isn't half bad. And then comes Utah basketball camp. Can you say champion 3 years in a row. I must be good luck or something because most people don't win 1 year in a row let alone 3. That is a freakishly large amount of basketball for a 14 year old


• Bullet Point Number 2: This time it's personal--------------------Can you say no more school? I can I can say it 9 times or maybe just once. NO MORE SCHOOL!!!! Heck to the yes. It is so nice to not have to think, "Crap I totally forgot about that test" or "School is ruining my life and eating all my steak" It makes me feel so happy when Sunday night comes and I don't have to get up and go to school on Monday morning. What a relief.


• Bullet Point Number 3: The threequel----------------------------We went to Washington DC. It was fun. According to my calculations we walked like 25 miles. That is a lot of walking. We saw a lot of cool stuff. I personally saw a Marine dude yell at a little girl. What a dumb little girl. I became a spy and went on a secret mission to the capitol and the National Zoo to meet up with agent Naked, agent Mole, agent Rat, and agent Panda eating bamboo. We went on a secret mission to retrieve the constitution, and to get almost stuck in an airport. I was so happy to get home.


• Bullet Point Number 5: Number 4 did not make it out of the war---And now as the days roll on Sir William and all his friends will have to adventures in the Land of the Lost fighting slow moving lizard people and intelligent dinosaurs. Stay tuned for Episode 6: Revenge of the creature from the swimming pool, Krypto

And remember kids to ask the Narwhal for help. Because he doesn't approve

Where have the days gone?

What?!?!?

Who are those people. For one thing I know for a fact that that isn't Parker and Willie. I think that is like Phillip and Julio. I honestly absolutely have no clue who those people are. They could be Juan-Diego and Jim-Bob. But if they aren't them then I don't know who they are.

Now I know those people. That is the handsome Sir William of Spartacus and his partner in crime........"The Dodger"

Memories.

The title sounds like this this post is some lovey dovey documentary, but it is not.

Today we were cleaning our house and we found a lot of cool stuff. I found a scarf, basketball jerseys, and even my sling from when I broke my thumb. I also found my old 7th grade poem book. And I came across this

the brownish orange ball
that seems to call the neighborhood children
to the driveway
the bouncing that echoes throughout
the entire world
SLAM! to the ground with the sad
look of defeat
or the jumping and cheering when the buzzer
finally beeps
the sweet taste of victory
and the bitter, sour of the opposite
sweat and exhaustion at the end of every
game
tears, falling off faces like a rainstorm when
the end finally comes
they may say it’s only a game but for some
it is life
a life that ends dreaded for most
but joyous for only one
until the dinner bell rings
or it’s too dark to see
life ends
but for only a short time
when the sun has come up
heads and hopes now high
another new game has arrived

I got and A++. Isn't it touching. Doesn't it make you want to hug your basketball and cry and tell it how much you love it?

Happy Birthday!!!

Happy Birthday O Sister!!!

Blog Test!!!

Do YOU know the answers?

1. What is the name of Uncle Rico's Band?
2. How many videos are on my blog of American Idol contestants?
3. How many University Utah Logos are there?
4. How Many self-drawn pictures have been put on my blog?
5. Counting this one, how many posts have I made?
6. How Many poems have I put on the blog?
7. What were all of my poems for?
8. What are "The Towers Of Doom"
9. How many posts are about basketball?
10. What was my original post?
11. What is your name?
12. What is your Quest?
13. What is your favorite color?

Snow Snow Go Away!

Por Favor read the the entire post. If I ask you if you read my blog and you say yes then I will ask you if I said a certain word. Like Flatulence. But I would not ask you if I said flatulence. Of course you will know I said flatulence, because you will remember I said flatulence because flatulence is a very rememberable word. And it will be a word in the middle of the thing. It is easy to just read the beginning or the end, but the middle. The most boringest part of everything. Then you are a true night of King Arther's Round Table.

Why is it snowing? Or was snowing.

What month is it?

December.

No, ummmm January.

Really, it's not that either.

Well then what month is it?

April!!!!

What!!!

No it isn't.



Why is the weather so sucketh. Is the weather man really so obsessed with his competitive snowmobiling that he has to keep making it snow. Or does he just have a really vicious sense of humor. I am going to sue. Or burn some effigies or something! I want to go outside.......not sit inside and shiver. Will someone please go tell the weather man that competitive ice fishing ended in January and that if he makes it sunny he will be able to do his competitive sun bathing. Maybe he just doesn't like us. Maybe its all some big conspiracy and the government but some big dome over us that makes it snow so people will have higher test scores or stop global warming. Maybe they should change it to global cooling cause I sure am not getting globally warmer. I am not even getting nationally warmer. Or stately warmer. Or even regularly warmer. I don't think the Narwhal approves. He lives in Antarctica, and he likes global warming. He hasn't had such a nice tan and such a wonderful pool party with the polar bears and the seals since like 1982 when Uncle Rico and the "I can throw a 'pigskin' over dem mountains" dinosaurs. They were like the most popular band ever. (My favorite songs were; "Do the chickens have large talons" and "Your mom goes to college.") Do you understand what he is meaning when he says, "I do not approve"? What doesn't he approve of? Global warming, snow, smelly kids? Or does he just not approve of anything? Does he have something against me? Has he told everyone else what he doesn't approve of, but not me?

Enjoy this video of how good hygiene helps you to have a better life. I didn't even ask the narwhal if he approves. I don't approve of HIM!!!



Did you learn something? I sure did. I am going to brush my teeth everyday sow I don't get moths in my mouth.

I was Gritting my Teeth so Hard I thought my Braces were Going to Fall Off!!!

What the in the world is going on? Where is Norman Gentle or Ju'Not Joiner? But Tatiana, the biggest disgrace to American Idol ever who can't even cheer for people after she got voted off because it was all about her and she had to go cry in the back corner.

As I sat in my basement while they read off wild card name after name I thought, "Well, I guess they were OK," or "What are you thinking!!!" But as they read off Tatiana Del Toro I thought, "You idiots what are you doing, are you purposely trying to ruin the whole show?" Man, I didn't know whether to like put a curse or something on the judges or throw the remote at the television. I didn't do either (although I would have put some crazy curse on them if I had that kind of power).

Ju'not got totally robbed and was by about 30 gazillion miles the 2nd best of last night. If they want a lot of people to watch and get more money (all any one cares about is money now) why didn't they keep Norman Gentle. He had an OK voice, but he was funny and called Simon:"Mr. Sassy Pants" and serenaded the American Idol Logo.

I don't know what I am going to do. Maybe it really is just American Karaoke. I think I am going to have to go and put a cable block on American Idol. Yes I may never ever watch it anymore. It is going more downhill every week and now they have just fallen off a cliff into a bottomless pit and/or black hole of doom. What has become of good television?

STRIKE!!!

I am on strike due to lack of good voting on American Idol.

YESSS!!! (with downward arm motion)

I have done it! Yes, your brother, son, cousin, nephew, and especially Uncle MeMe has officially made the Hunter Junior High basketball team. After 2 or 3 weeks(forever)of eating, breathing, and pretty much only playing basketball the suspense is over. I am just so happy, I don't even know what to say. I am one step closer to an NCAA basketball championship. YES!! Is the only word that can fit this excitement.

Oh Happy Day(s), Happy Day(s)

Christmas is over. But if any of you have been paying attention to college football and or basketball, you know that the Utes are doing very well. On New Years Eve they beat number 16 Gonzaga in basketball and on Friday they beat number 4 Alabama in football. There was a six second delay from TV to TV on the football game, so we knew what was going to happen before we could see it. I had a good Christmas too.

School started today. It falls mainly under the category of: Oh unhappy days, Oh unhappy days. Oh well it is almost half over.

Randomnisity

Hi Everybody!!! I have like a whole butt load of important things to blog about.

Part 1
We won our first 3 Jr. Jazz basketball games. The closest game we had we only won by about 30 rather than 60 or 50 or...cough...cough...84. We are pretty much the best Jr. Jazz team ever made.

Part2
You know how there are the unwritten rules of Jr.High and the balance of groups of people. My friends are trying to destroy the balance of lunch. So the different groups of people sit and at different tables. The super nerdy kids sit at one table, the scary goth kids another. We have been trying to gain the courage to sit at the snobby dance company/evil mean girls table. It could totally ruin the balance of life as we know it. The possibilities are endless. Nerds and scary goth kids. Skater punks with the snobs. So if I come home from school one day with fake fingernails stuck into my face you will know what happened.

Part 3
I think they should make a rule that sport mascots need to be something you can see that is real. For example: What is a Utah Jazz?
Or a Syracuse Orange?
A Stanford Tree?
An Oklahoma City Thunder?
Alabama Crimson Tide? What in the world is a Crimson Tide
Indiana Hoosier?
Akron Zip?
What is a Penn State Nittany Lion?
A South Carolina Gamecock?

Part 4
I don't think there is a part 4

Part 5
Merry Christmas!!!

Fishy!?!

Last night when we came home from looking at the lights on temple square, Parker broke out laughing. We all asked him what was so funny. Joe was dead. After only 4 days at our house he died.
We got him on Wednesday, only because we were killing time at Pet Smart(Pet's mart), and because Elliot fell in love with it. After the fish was in it's little bag Elliot kept hugging and kissing the bag. We asked him what the fishes name was and Elliott said "Joe".
Now He is dead. Annie is probably happy because now they don't have to take him home.
He was a good Fishy!

Go Utes!!!

The Runnin' Utes Basketball team has been tearing it up lately. After losing to a church ball team from Missouri they haven't lost. They actually won a mini tournament. I can't believe it. Maybe they are turning over a new leaf.

What a wonderful day it was yesterday. The Utes pretty much murdered the cougars by 24 points. Max Hall threw 5 interceptions and should of had like 5 more. The Utes doubled their score 48 to 24. It was BEAUTIFUL!!! They are now BCS busters not once, but twice. I guess perfection is only 10-2 not 12-0.

Rise and Shout the UTES are out!!!

The Best Sport Around!

Our Jr. Jazz started on Thursday. Our first unofficial official practice. I am really excited. I think we are going to be really good this year. Utah Basketball starts today. I am really excited about that too!

Happy Daylight Savings Time!

We get a extra hour of sleep tonight! Woo!
The Utes Won! Woo!
I didn't have any football today because it is over! Woo!

The Tale of Sir William The Great

Here is the story of a boy. More of a young man. Whom had an interesting July, August, and October. A season looking grim in the wee games of the start. The Mighty Wolverines not looking so good, they had lost half of their starters from the year before, and to start off they had to face the Cougars of Kearns the best team in the league. The Kearns Cougars ate them as if they were only a midnight snack. In this game was the game that the mighty Sir William fell. As he played, he dare not look at his thumb to which he knew something had happened. His thumb pointing in a direction it was not supposed to go with a rainbow of colors covering it. As he traveled through the great forests of Yellowstone it came to be worse. After coming home on a sunny Sunday afternoon. He went to a doctor. With a sad look on his face the doctor said the bad news. As the team looked at the brace with their jaws dropped to the floor no words were to be spoken. With his heart shattered Sir William sat through what seemed an eternity of nothing. No practicing, no nothing. He could hardly get his pants done up as he prepared to travel to school each passing day. When the day came that Sir William made his triumphant return with a battle axe upon his left arm. He smote the Wildcats of South Summit, but as it was to no good. He smote the Lancers of Granger but as it was to no good. He battled and battled. The day came when the battle axe was removed. And thus a new saga was born. The new weapon on the left arm of Sir William was much smaller. Though it could do the same damage. As Sir William fought the Colts of Cottonwood through the dense rain and the cold he finally prevailed. The Colts were conquered. As the Mighty Wolverines began their uphill travels, they dismantled the Bulldogs of Judge and demolished the Panthers of West it became so much closer. A postseason life was in reach. The only one standing in the Mighty Wolverines way were the Leopards of East. The mighty wolverines had fallen. Fallen to a point to which they could got regain the footing. Piece by piece the Wolverines fell apart thus ending the season. The team that from the start looked to be doomed had fought through battle after battle after battle, had their dreams in reach. But it was not in the stars that Mighty Wolverines arms could stretch to reach. That their hands were slapped away. Thus ending the heroic and tragic tale of Sir William, the great.