Well, on this beautifully cold January morning (almost February. Harry Style's birthday is on the first. Happy early birthday, Haz. Same to my mother, hers is on the second), I am blogging for fun, because I am at a standstill in my newspaper-page editing. I'm waiting for my last story to be completed, and then I can work on putting the finishing touches on my page.
See, this is my first time editing a page. I'm doing the elementary page, which includes a detailed article about the slow fade of cursive handwriting written by none other than, yours truly, blah blah blah...me. I'm actually pretty proud of it.
But working with Adobe Indesign is hard. It looks a lot more intimidating than it actually is, and I'm getting the hang of it. I feel very professional, but at the same time babyish, because I'm asking my teacher for help every five seconds.
"Mr. Wilson, what font do we use for titles?"
"Mr. Wilson, how do I zoom in on my article?"
"Mr. Wilson, how do you copy and paste?"
Just kidding on the last one. But yeah, I'm getting the hang of it. Hopefully it will come out looking good. Aside from my small career in journalism, I have to deal with the other high school perks such as homework, drama, gossip, etc. It's fun, but I would definitely go on a cruise if I had the opportunity.
Which I don't. But my parents do.
Yes, my parents are leaving me (AGAIN) to go on a cruise on Saturday and I will be staying with my grandparents. Oh well.
Bell rang. Bye.

Christmas break is a kid's dream. Everyone looks forward to it all year long - a time of rest, family, and festivities.
But it's not always fun and games when you come down with a bad case of strep throat on your first day off.
Yes, I got out of school on a chill Thursday afternoon. Friday was going to be a good day - our plans were to go see the highly praised Hobbit movie, and then I had to go to the freshmen Christmas party that night. I was very excited to start my break.
So on Friday, my family and I went to the movie. It was good, but I'm not a huge Lord of the Rings fan (since I've never seen any of the movies or read the books), and I found it hard to sit through the whole thing. I mean, it was three hours long. Give me a break! (I'm pretty sure I annoyed everybody in the entire theater, because I got so bored I decided to take a picture of the screen with my phone. Turns out the flash was on. Woops.)
After the movie, I went to get ready for the party, but I started to feel funny. I went anyway, and had a great time, but for the whole three hours I was there, I didn't feel myself. I was pretty achy. I didn't realize just how bad I felt until I got home and burst into tears.
Long story short, my mom took me to the clinic the next day and I was diagnsed with the infamous strep throat. Lovely, I know. I was very worried I wouldn't be better by Christmas, but there was plenty of time to rest and get better.
I went home and claimed my spot on the couch, took over the television, and did absoluely nothing. I was bored after the first hour. For a while, I thought the boredom was worse than the actual sickness. I watched every single one of The Santa Clause movies, got my fill of Instagram, and ate a lot of ice cream. The antibiotics didn't seem to do their job.
When I woke up on Christmas Eve with a fever, I was completely frustrated. I didn't know why I wasn't getting better, but I was determined. I ended up feeling better by that night, and I had a wonderful Christmas morning with my family. We ate good food, I called family and friends, and even enjoyed a rare white Christmas in Oklahoma.
That seems like the majority of my break. After that, my aunt and cousin made a surprise visit before school started, and then we had some friends visit from Colorado. It was nice to see them, and a great way to spend my break.
So now that you have the very interesting play-by-play of my holiday...have a good day.