Music to box up all your crap to:
All packed up. Now all that's left is to schlep all this shit up to school. Wheeee. Expect silliness or rampant half-assery. Or both. Probably both. I feel like I should say something deep or whatever about the summer time, about museums and Frenchmen and babysitting and deranged old women and con-geeks who shower every other full moon and the hundredth blog post and the hundredth Facebook fan and Scott Pilgrim awesomeness in film and book form and the absolute crap that was Last Airbender and the absolute rad that was Inception and how Toy Story 3 inspires tears and Iron Man 2 inspires exclamations of RDJ's hotness and blogging awards and losing fans and gay BFF's and, as always, Sean Connery.
But I won't. Instead I'll just show this:
There are like a dozen of these. Which proves that even if I am a weirdo, there are others like me out there. Be afraid. Finally, to wrap the evening up, just for the hell of it:
Yeah, that just happened.