For some reason it still feels like summer to me, which involves going to bed at one in the morning and starting these posts at ten thirty at night. Now, that’s all well and good for this weekend, but very soon, as in two days soon, I’m going to have to get back into school mode. I think I’ve figured out how too: do these as soon as I get home. No more eleven o’clock posts. This will be done before it has any chance to mess up my seven hours of sleep. Still, I just did some computer maintenance and I have a bit more to do tonight… so let’s get this over with.
Now, it’s September third, and I’ve already missed two opportunities to welcome in my favorite month. I know it sounds stupid, but it’s a Saturday and I literally have nothing better to do. Now, I’m sure a ton of people disagree with me (just like they disagree when I say Tuesday is the worst day of the week, which it is), but I’ll tell you simply why September is the best month of the year.
1.) It’s the ninth month. Before the Romans, it was the seventh month. Both the numbers nine and seven are awesome.
2.) My birthday is September 9th. Enough said. Also, remember how I said nine was an awesome number? It just sounds cool when I say I was born on the ninth day of the ninth month.
3.) School… wait. That’s not a reason. Actually, technically, school started in August.
3.) Autumn, which is also the best season of the year, begins in September. Why is autumn the best season? One, because it has two names, one which brings images of skydiving and one which is just fun to say. Two, because (duh), the leaves change color. Three, if only for two weeks at the end of September, autumn has some of the best weather of the year.
There? Agree now? No? Well at least you’ll be immune to those political commercials that will be inundating the airwaves in a few months; god I hate those things…
SONG OF THE DAY: 1985
Bowling for Soup. Enough said. And wow, I think I set a record for post-writing time. Eleven minutes. Not bad. Adios muchachos.
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