Even though I’ve never been to summer camp, and at this point, probably never will, there’s a certain sadness to the end of summer that I generally equate to “saying goodbye at the end of summer camp”. We might only be in the second week of August, but I think everyone can agree that summer’s over. If you don’t agree, I’d just like to bring up a few things. Firstly, Shark Week is over. I normally say that summer might as well be over once we celebrate the Fourth of July, but now there really is NOTHING left to celebrate about it being summer. I mean, is there even anything to look forward to? That segues into my second point, which is that when I go into Dunkin’ Donuts, I no longer get to see large cardboard cut-outs of Captain America. Not only is summer blockbuster season over, but there really aren’t many movies coming out in August. Based on less than stellar reviews of Cowboys & Aliens and ambivalence towards Rise of the Planet of the Apes, the only movie I think I’ll be checking out is Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark. Not only that, but I got my job back at the movie theater on those days when I’m not at my other job, so I won’t have much more free time. The month of August is going to be a sad one, but at least with summer being over, that means fall is on the way! I get to wear my denim coat again and the weather will be more tolerable and then….HALLOWEEN! FUCKING FINALLY!