Yeah the worst thing about summer vacation is not being in school, as crazy as that might seem.

This summer, I smoked and drank way too much, had sloppy hook-ups with girls who seemed like a good idea at the time, played my first open mic, jumped a train, somehow managed to charm a cop out of arresting me, expanded my mind with chocolates and blotter, joined a sketch comedy troupe, supported my friends' solo comedic careers and partied with them when they got paid for said gigs and needed to celebrate, ended up walking in the park late most evenings (seldom sober), met Kenny Loggins, and started going to super secret underground punk shows in an apartment in a sketch neighborhood.

My summer began pretty decently. Graduated grade 12 on June 29th, partied my face off most of that week, which stretched into the month of July, and carried on throughout August. Spent all my savings in about a month and a half, don't have much to show for it but alas.. I had a blast. I met a man at a wedding I was a bridesmaid in on July 9th and we've grown quite fond of eachother. I did some ghost hunting, found a lot of new genres of music, created some art, and a few pieces of writing. I won't be heading to university till next summer at the earliest, so I'm quite happy I get to continue relaxing and figuring out my path. All in all my summer was way different than my expectations, in fact, it was excellent. We might have a few more weeks of agreeable weather before autumn sets in, so I'm going to enjoy every last ray of sunshine and camping trip.

Spent it having fun. Dating a girl that I wound up breaking up with in the middle of the summer. Skydiving, surfing, skateboarding, riding a jet ski, wakeboarding, cliff diving, going to six flags, and just drinking on the weekends and hanging with friends after I became single.
Pretty much the same **** I would do in the spring.

Got a job. Worked worked worked. Heard a lot of new music. Worked worked worked. Helped the needy in the worst part of my city as often as I could. Worked worked worked. Went to Mexico, helped he even more needy there, delved into my mind and found out who I truly am. Got back home. Worked worked worked. Starte planning an urban garden center to feed he hungry. Got depressed for a bit, then got over it. Worked a bit more. Quit my job yesterday.

And so my summer was filled with WORK. And helping those in need. End result? Lots more money, understand myself quite a bit better. Off to he next adventure.