As the summer comes to a close, I have no movies I want to see, no games I want to play, and pretty soon I'm not going to have a job to work. I've basically done everything I set out to do this summer. I have plenty of music to pass the time, but that's only fun for so long. I have Thursday and Friday off, so gelling is a must. A massive Wario Ware/Karaoke shindig sounds cool. Other than that, I think I'll be riding my bike, going to the swimming pool, ect. Anything fun to take advantage of the nice weather and free time before the summer ends. 

Let me take a moment to reminisce on some of this summer's more memorable moments. 

Working at Midfield Oil with big sweaty college guys and a Canadian fan of U of M for a boss. Me, pimping the forklift, Matt and Peter doing the bitch work with nuts in their mouth. 

Zelda: Four Sword Adventures causing all of us to be at each others necks, raping each others force gems. The only game to date requiring a contracted truce to keep the peace. 

Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles. Trying to get all four dukars in the same room long enough to beat a few years worth of dungeons all ending at 1:00 in the morning at Peter's house when he told his dad we'd be out by 11:00. 

Wario Ware: Playing four player survival mode while first learning of Carl's WIG. 

Little Hinckley: All the times we had to help him with his Eagle scout project, and sit tirelessly in a small room inside the Mormon church reading the smallest print for births, deaths, marriages, and divorces. And who could forget the time I stabbed Dusek in the eye? 

Karaoke Revolution: having to listen to a handfull of squeaking voiced college guys doing their best to sing in key, some of which are still going through puberty. 

DDR: Tons of DDR on Kelly's X-Box, not to mention the completely spontaneous shindig involving even Tanner and lasting until I was about to toss my cookies all over my new pad. 

Movies: who could forget, "Mi scuzi!" or "Oh, mes robot boules!" from Eurotrip?, and what about Dodgeball, and Anchorman. I know I can't wait for RE: Apocalypse on the 13th 

Havre Daily: who could forget about the time the Havre Northstars threw up in their zingers in a photo the Havre Daily published, later frowned upon by some random editorial? 

IGAY: Let's not even talk about how *not cool* this part of summer was. I mean it had it's highligths, mostly just the paydays really, but it was a huge drag. 

Call_Solutions: Matthew P. Welch's first attempt at exerting his first ounce of elbow grease. 

Peter: Still jobless.