well i dunno...once again i have set before me an hour to do nuthin while in ges class but i dont really feel like typing out a story. O and guess what there giving out fudge today in class : )....seriously! I dont know why this is even considered a college class. Its like a day care. For an hour some guy tells us stories while we take naps and on days like today eat fudge. Todays the last day so i guess thats why theres fudge. I think ill write a massive short story like shorter than short...maybe. I just feel the need to.

PENGUINS!!!!
One day i was in my lab trying to create looser more comportable fitting panties.... for..my friend of course......What?....HE chafs easy ok!?! Anyway...After countless hours of experimenting with the elastic I accidnetly knocked over a bottle of chemical R. (not to be confussed with chemical X) A vialent reaction occured from the chemicals and panties mixing. The room filled with smoke and my eyes watered from the smell of underwear. When the smoke had cleared 3 penguins stood before me. Ill never forget the first words they said to me. "wassup chica!" "CHICA!!"..."IM NOT A GIRL!"...and why are you speaking spanish? After that day I was never the same....I was now a father of 3. I know what your thinking a beaver/cow being the father of 3 latino penguins. Whatever.
Penguin son chronicles..to be continued.

So class is out and so am I...cya.

If I havent added u to my friends list and u would like to be added just cry a litle louder ill eventually add u.

Shannon dont worry about it i didnt even think u were serious its no prob. Although now that i know u were serious ill probably cry myself to sleep.

The Sacrifice of Kamie
In a blind rage beavoo called all beavers within his power to the war front. Kamie ,beavers only real friend ,arrived first all the way from Japan.Soon beavers were arriving from China, Japan, Canada (pic provided),france, and mexico. The Beavers began making the war plans and thinking up there attack plans. Some hillbilly beavers began sharpening there sticks, the japanese beavers began constructing backpack bombs, and the canadian beavers ironed there uniforms. The stage was set, the school was going down. The campus was cool; a faint mist was in the air. The beavers marched onto the campus ready for war. The smell of freshly starched uniforms filled there nostrils. It was quiet....to quiet. "AHHHH", a scream came from the middle of the ranks. "What is it" yelled beavoo. "BEAVER TRAP!!" yelled the beavers. There was a panic, chaos and disorder began to break out. Beavoo knew knew in the back of his mind that someone must of tipped off the school grounds but who? It must have been the french beavers, after all he never really liked them anyway...they smelled bad. There was no time for contimplating this for soon war broke out. The faculty and staff of the school began attacking with there sharpened pencil and thick text books. The beavers fought for as long as possible but it was a losing battle. Beavoo knew the only way to win this was if they could destroy the main campus head quarters, but there where to few beavers left to accomplish this. Swet dripping off his face he turned and caught the eye of his best friend ,Kamie. He had that look in his eye that said I know what must be done, and I alone must do it. Kamie's eyes shifted to the last bomb pack left on the field and began fighting hi way toward it. Fighting his way to the pack as well beavoo began shouting "No Kamie..NO, we will find another way" but his words were drowned out by the sounds of war. Kamie reached the Pack,put it on, and began running toward the main building. Climbing up the steps he lit the pack and ran into the building......the deed was done the war was over, but beavoo still sits at his house some times thinking if it was worth it.....was it worth it?

This story dedicated to Kamie. Rest in peace.

Kamie Caz Kamicazie
03,17,86 - 09,12,01

So here I am once again sitting in my ges 115 class. Starting now i have an hour to kill so ill just talk about alot of subjects.

Subject one. This whole blog thing is wierd its kind of like renting an apartment. I have my own space and for some reason ppl keep stopping by saying wierd things to me and then leaving. Y DO YOU GUYS KEEP COMING IN MY APARTMENT!!!! for crying out loud knock once in a while.

subject two. Whats wrong with u ppl.Ive had like 5 comments of ppl crying about how there not on my buddy list.Is my list really that important? hmmmmm.... I have just decided that my list IS that important. If u r on my list count yourself as one of the elite. All those on my buddy list will receive a complimentary chocolate and will be subscribed to my lord beavoo newsletter. The first month is free but then i expect a small fee of 9.95.

subject three. It has come to my attention, now that i have a blog, i can now begin writing my beavoo stories once again. SOOO here u r 1 short story.btw i hate grammer..grammer is for squares just read and enjoy.Dont try to understand it dont try to correct it just read.
Beaver College
Our story begins in a small underground lab in Wisconsin. After the completion of his latest plan to destroy the world, he took a seat in his most comfortable chair and began remembering the glory days of his childhood. The ones before the hidious accedent. Out of complete random no where he remembered his mother telling him, "Knowledge is power." "That's it!" he exclaimed, "I must go to college." Beavoo began furiously searching the web for an all beaver campus and after a few short minutes he found the only all beaver campus in the world. Oddly enough his lab was built right underneath it....wierd. He emerged from his cave and found the head of admissions. "I DEMAND YOU GIVE ME KNOWLEDGE!" he shouted. "Wo there hideously mishapened beaver..cow..thing, I cant just give you knowledge, theres a process to go thru." "what is the first step then, said beavoo, "TELL ME!" "First," said the admissions man "you have to register." In an angry rage at the amissions peron for not giving him the instant knowledge he desired beavoo thought about biting his face off. He quickly realized that the best way to aquire his knowledge was to just go along with whatever was demanded him. Besides there would be plenty of time to rip his face off after the knowledge was aquired. So Lord Beavoo returned to his lair to begin registering for his classes. He typed in "world domination 101" the computer read, "error." "No world domination class?!?!? What kind of school is this? He typed in, "fundementals of mind control 301" the computer came back...... . . "full." "NOOO," he yelled "I needed that class so I could be full time and receive government funding!" Beavoo's eyes began to glow red with a fiery hatred toward this so called "higher education." He knew what he must do..... Destroy the school.......To Be Continued.
Well my class is over time to go : ).

yep