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It doesn't feel like December. There are some months where you look outside and it just feels like that month. Like July in California. It is always 105 degrees or more and you drive down the road and can see the squiggly heat waves rise off the asphalt, kids are running around in a rotating sprinkler on their front lawns, people picnicing and taking their dogs on walks. The beaches are always filled with stupid stick-figure girls in bikinis. The unfortunate thing about living in California is that you don't get to experience the changing seasons. Sure, it gets a little chilly in the winter, but besides throwing on a sweatshirt instead of a tank top, I don't feel like anything is really different. It feels like I'm stuck in this continuous state of limbo. After college, I'd like to experience living somewhere you can see the leaves change brilliant colors and in the winter, it actually snows real flakes instead of the retarded hail that invades southern california once or twice a season. People come to California for the blue skies and unchanging, warm weather and they can't understand why I'd want to experience something else, but when you've lived here for 15 years or so, that kind of perfection can get boring.

Despite appearances, I do get into the Christmas season quite a bit. I'm not religious, but there's a lot about the season to enjoy. I brought a mini-Christmas tree and put it up in our apartment living room whether my roommates like it or not, and I'm gonna bring small presents to stick under the tree. Last year on Christmas day, my family and I went to Disneyland which turned out to be a bad idea because it was raining and miserable and I got soaked even though i was wearing a poncho. This holiday season, my mom wants to take Matt and me to a Russian Orthodox church so we can see a service and hopefully hear the choir. Russian choirs are absolutely beautiful. When my mom was younger, she used to play in a balalaika orchestra in her Russian church and I feel, compared to that kind of adolescent experience, like I'm lacking any sort of culture whatsoever. I think most of it is lost forever.

So my ipod finally broke. It's been on its way out for a long time, the battery life got shorter and shorter every time I used it. It was the last straw when i had charged it for two days, and I started playing it on the walk from my apartment to school, but before I even reached the staircase of my building, it had died. RIP Ipod. Luckily, it's still under the one year warrantee so I sent it into the company to get a new one. I've missed having it around while it's getting fixed. One of my favorite things to do when I get bored or upset is to take a walk around campus with my music. Very relaxing. So soon I'll be getting a brand spanking new one to play with.