i crawl back to my little hovel on the internet to find that september has somehow started already? time doesn’t just fly; it speeds faster than billy joel driving with a bottle of tequila, than kevin federline riding on britney’s coattails, than richard grieco’s career after 21 jump street… you get the idea.

while most of my friends are heading back to school this month, i’m going to be on the job hunt. i haven’t had to interview for a job in the last two years, so this is going to be rather new for me. so is the whole not-going-back-to-school part, but i don’t want to beat that dead horse again. actually, it’s more than dead: it’s friggin’ being turned into lunch-meat and glue as we speak. (my god, that is the world’s worst metaphor.)

every year i have an agenda or planner in which i earnestly try to keep track of my appointments, assignments, and general reminders. what’s sad is that this month my agenda is only filled with the season premieres of many, many television shows — well, save the rare date or two under which i’ve pencilled in “road test” (god have mercy) and “LSAT” (ding, the second round).

it’s weird that only after i graduate university do i get invited to join the golden key international honour society, which i think is officially called “the biggest congregation of nerd-bombers known to man (and woman)”. i still haven’t decided whether or not i should cough up the $80 for membership just so i can add to my résumé that i’m in the top 15% of my faculty. i mean, i still have my ninth-grade english and social studies awards up on my bedroom walls, so i think i’ve more than sufficiently covered the “nerd” quotient required to join. that, or my room is in serious need of redecorating. maybe both.