So then I could punch it.

So sly, so sneaky. It may look like a sunny beautiful day outside, but the second you step out of the house, WHAM! The ice-cold air of Fall hits you like when Steve got too excited while playing TOUCH football that last day of Summer at Spanish Banks (BEFORE we buried him in the sand).

You never know how much clothing to wear. You wear too little, you're freezing your ass of the entire day. You wear too much, you'll look like a nepalese sherpa sitting in the middle of Stats class, listening to a skin-covered skeleton (who also may or may not be a club-whore stoner by night) talk about using excel to figure out the probability that I would find a random club girl, who drunkenly violated my nipples, on Facebook... Hypothetically, of course.

And then, of course, is the nuisance of messing up your hair when you have to put your sweater back on when walking outside to your next class. God praise the person who invented the full-zip hoodie.

In other news, IT'S HOCKEY SEASON!

It's felt like suuuuch a long time. I can't wait to see the New Canucks feat. Luongo in action. I am not a blind follower, I recognize on paper, the 'nucks are not as strong as they were last season. I'm thinking they'll end up around 6th to 8th (you gotta have SOME hope).

But with the "New NHL," these days you have no idea how well a team will do. I mean, look at the predictions for the 'Canes before the start of last season, and look at the predictions for the Canucks at the start of last season.

So, I so want to watch The Science of Sleep. Along with a bunch of other movies premiering at the VIFF (Everything's Gone Green, The Fountain, Shortbus to name a few). Won't be able to, unfortunately, with school and all.

Ah yes, school. How I missed your spirit-crushing squeeze over the 9 months that I had co-op. The grind is starting to get tough, exams in two weeks time, group projects, research papers. Add that to the fact I'm trying to get more involved; I joined the marketing club, I'm helping out with the HR club, going to Marketer's Night, etc.

I'll admit to the stresses, I'll admit to the frustration of my skeletally-advantaged stats professor, but I won't do is bitch and complain. Some people work 3 minimum wage shit jobs just to have the privilege of going to school, that many of us take for granted. Each class you skip, is money thrown away.

And also, I won't cheat... coz you know, you're only cheating yourself out of an education.

Let X = Y

Therefore, X - Y = 0

Also, 2X - 2Y = 0

2X - 2Y = X - Y

2(X - Y) = (X - Y)

Divide each side by (X - Y)

2 = 1

Keanu Reeves = WHOA

I WAS ON TV!!!!!!

I even recorded it on tape.

But I won't show anybody because I look pissed off, retarded, and I came out sounding like a total goody-goody geek.

Thankfully, the only people to remember this will be Me, and Aaron (and Silu... and Steve... Aaron, you bastard, I hate you.).

August 8, 2006 - September 5, 2006.

Time of passing: 11:11pm,
when I dropped Aaron off and I headed home.

So, yet another Summer draws to a close, and thousands of teenagers across internet blogs all over North America will soon (or has already) quote lyrics to Green Day's "Wake Me Up, When September Ends."

Summer for me was only two weeks, but it truly felt more like two months with all the stuff we did.  I clubbed more within the span of this month, than almost my entire lifetime clubbing experience.  I experienced the grouse grind.  I made out with a japanese girl.

I will soon update and write a more lengthy denoument to one of the most memorable two weeks of my entire life thus far, with pictures and all.

Until then... "Summer has come and passed / The innocent can never last / Wake me up when september ends"