I am one who loves the holidays. Not because I get off of school for two weeks-eventually it just gets boring when there is NO ONE to hang out with. Not because I get to spend time with family- don't get me wrong, I love my family, but it starts to get a bit bothersome when my family starts to get to the topic of politics. Don't even get me started. And not because of presents-again, don't get me wrong, but presents aren't really important. There is only one thing I like to do... I love sitting on the couch, all curled-up, in my pajamas on a snowy day. The fireplace would be running, and I would either be reading Lord Byron poems, or watch people on Facebook pretend that their presents don't matter, that family is prime to them. They don't even care. To me, the holidays are a time like no other. It's a whole new world. Scratch that-it's a whole new galaxy. That's my holidays.

Potted Plant

So, my grandma gave me this potted plant to take care of while she goes down to Florida for the winter. I gave it to her about 3 years ago, when I had almost (key word almost) killed it. Now, I'm not good with plants at all. I once killed a cactus plant. Not from lack of watering, I mean those things are never thirsty. The reason it died was because I was turning the pot so the plant would get sunlight on the other half of it, and I got pricked with the spines in my wrist. Those things hurt, and when I couldn't get them out, I may or may not have thrown the plant, pot-and-all, into a wall, where to this day, there is still a dirt stain. Not because I'm lazy, but because I'd have to remove a layer of paint. Now my Grandma must be practicing witchcraft, because she's kept this one plant alive for the past three years. Thank Jesus this plant doesn't have any thorns, or spines, teeth or knives, and I pray I don't kill it. Wish me luck.