The Forgetful Beaver

Ok, here I am again, at home. I came home, and this was the one time I planned to be here. I still forgot my notebook. I'll have to give it too my dad tomorrow. My two new poems should be on here soon. I know I've been saying that for quite a while now.

So, this week I got a new nick-name. Someone looked at me one night and said, "You know, I think I'm gonna start calling you Angry Beaver!" So, now I'm not only Trevor, I'm The Angry Beaver. Unfortunately, I'm very forgetful. I've renamed myself The Forgetful Beaver. No one will accept it. Oh well.

I looked in my notebook, there are only two poems, the third one is still a work in process. It may take a while. I don't know if I'll even finish it. I may scrap it. It's not that great. Otherwise, I like the other two. They aren't my favorites, but I at least like them, and if you've ever talked to me about my poetry, that's saying a lot.

Well, my foot's healing all good now, though I still can't swim. I did get to go canoeing this week. That was fun. I havn't gone canoeing in a while. I had to put my foot in a plastic bag, though.

As for the rest of the week, it was pretty routine. Wait, I did get my brotherhood. For all of you that have no idea about scouting, it's like level two in the Order of the Arrow. There are only three levels. Other then that, it was an ordinary week. It rained a lot, but we made it through.

I'm sad, though, because for the first two weeks, I was getting a letter every other day. These past two weeks I've received one.

Well, I hope everyone out there is having a great summer, hopefully my new poems will be on here in a few days, because by now they're not exactly new. I wrote them about a month ago now. Sorry about that.

I'm outtie,
Joshua/Trevor/TheAngryBeaver