i don't want it to be August

August is a bittersweet month of the year. When i was in school, the advent of August meant summer was pretty much over and school was just around the corner. (Even if i tried to forget the KMART circulars wouldn't let me)

So...with that knowledge i'd try to pack as much FUN! as i could in those waning days.

Now, as an adult, August just signifies the end of the summer. But i still get that same wistful feeling.

I know the official end isnt until sept 21, but lets be serious. September is basically a lame duck as far as months are concerned. Fall is pressing upon it and nipping on fall's heels is that creepy dude; old man winter.

August therefore becomes the last hurrah. ...and once again I feel the need to scramble and have lots of FUN!

ugh.