Where's the...chicken?

Herro Chipsy,

Damn Central Washington University and its false advertisements. Let me begin by saying that I am as hungry as a pregnant llama and one little thing has been eating at me for the past three weeks. Everyday there is a special at this tasty burger shanty in the SURC. On thursdays, the special is chicken strips, which they only make once a week. I have been searching high and low for these succulent little pieces of heaven but alas, they evade me every time. Please tell me why every time I look for them, they don't have any but ten minutes, after I have decided on something else, I see THIRTY people with the little beasts on their trays? Why must the world hate me? What have I done to deserve a chickenless life? Mark my words, I will hunt them down and enjoy a chicken strip feast for the ages.

Au Revoir,

Le Beaver Master

P.S. Check out "Rich Woman" by Robert Plant & Alison Krauss. Good song.

And so it begins...

Herro Chipsy.

Welcome to my life. I'm am currently sitting in the 200 square foot pizza box of a dorm room that I've called home for the past 5 weeks. I'm definitely not complaining...After all, I am on my own for the first time with one of my best friends as my roommate, but having nothing to do gets really old, really fast.

What will the next few days hold? I can tell you that it doesn't involve a Halloween road trip to Utah with dear old Casey Garland because our parent raped those dreams and then ate them. I thought they would at least let me use a car for the weekend considering THEY GAVE MY BED AWAY. It's not like I'm dead or cursed to live forever as a black cat named Thackery Binx, so at least humor me and KEEP MY BED. I guess I could go home this weekend for my twin brothers' 2nd birthday and there will be amazing cake that would compensate for my lack of a decent sleeping surface. Knowing Landon and Logan, the pint sized demons I have been mentioning, they will be romping around waiting to do me in. I miss the little guys though. There is also bound to be mounds of candy lying around, and if Kit Kats are present, all hell will break loose as well as me breaking off piece after piece of those Kit Kat bars.

I'm rather hungry, which only adds to my frustration which feeds the ravenous bad mood I am currently in. Alas, everyone has likely already eaten because they're lame and didn't inform me. On the bright side, I only have one class tomorrow which will leave me with plenty of time for bejeweled blitz domination.

Until we meet again,

Le Beaver Master