It's finally summer time. How do I know this? Well, it's rather difficult to tell by just judging by the weather here. See, back home we have seasons. The summer is hot and humid. The fall is cooler, and tree leaves turn pretty colors and for some reason I have the urge to walk in graveyards. The winter is cold, and in the spring flowers bloom everywhere and you sneeze a lot.

Not here. Quiet, you Southern California people. You'll say there's a difference, but there isn't a real one. I remember on Christmas day walking outside and seeing all the flowers blooming and green plantlife everywhere and wondering if it ever stops looking like spring break. I usually keep up with the seasons by the calendar and by calling friends back home, enjoying storms and cold days vicariously through them.

So how do I know it's summer time? I had the undeniable urge to make kool aid.