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Hey Margot,

I am seriously missing home right about now. It was so good to hang out with you over Thanksgiving Break. It reminded me of high school when we used to tear up the town. Ironically, the fact that I am in a bigger town sucks. Chicago is nothing like home. Besides the fact that you aren't here, I miss the Christmas spirit that everyone feels immediately after Thanksgiving back home. It feels like it's just another week or month here. There's nothing exciting. I mean, sure the stores are decorated and shit like that, but it's still nothing compared to the Christmas spirit that I used to feel at home.

But you know, now that I think of it, the problem is not really the Chicago residents. It's my douche-bag roommates. One is Jewish, one is Jehovah's Witness, and the other is a Pagan. Who woulda thought that I would have gotten stuck with a bunch of religious outcasts?! No one wants a Christmas tree. Well, Peter (the Jewish one) said he wouldn't mind one as long as we could have a minorah as well. Well, I have no problem with that, but Carlos (the Pagan) started talking about using the minorah for Pagan worship. That really pissed Peter off, to say the least. So I'm through with both of them. Ironically, it seems that the only one I am getting along with is the Jehovah's Witness, Reggie. He doesn't want anything up. I'm feeling just about the same.

I really think I'm going to go to the park and find a tree and decorate it all by myself. Maybe it will cheer me up a little.

Write back soon,
Blake