My first week of winter break is (nearly) over, and I'll sum up what I did this week. Nothing productive. But I can't really do anything anyways since its raining.

Yeah, I like the rain. Always have. It was just something I've never really complained about other than not being able to do "dry" activities. But the weather in my opinion, is reflective of my mood. I feel pretty out of sync and indifferent to most things (except eating) and all I do is stare at the calendar. I see the 18th go by, 19th, 20th, all pass by,and I realized I am getting old. Not old physically, (16 would be very old during the time of the Black Plague) but old mentally. Personally, I feel like I'm losing the kid perspective, the stuff I told myself I'd never lose. When I was younger I always remembered my own birthday, but my parents never remembered their own. It didn't make much sense to me to forget. But now kind of understand. A birthday is just a birthday. Nothing special. It's less of an important celebratory event and more of just another typical day as you get older.. And it really does make sense, you're still obliged to pay taxes and work during your birthday (I suppose if you take a sick day) but that is the truth.

Of course, I'm not getting too philosophical or anything. I'm just saying the plain truth. This might or might not apply to everyone, but it probably does apply to most.

As for now, I'll just enjoy the rainy weather while it lasts.