Home sick on christmas eve

There are few things worse than coming home for christmas... and getting miserably sick.
The nice thing is that my dad finally got the wireless up in our house, so I am writing this from the comfy place on my couch curled up in a blanket and coughing my lungs up while I watch terrible shows on MTV instead of the music videos they should be showing.... sigh.
I need to remember to take my mom to the phantom of the opera. It looks really great.
It's a weird sensation being home. I still feel so alone, though now that my family isn't busy at school I'm starting to feel better. But I should just accept it, I've never been one for many friends, as you can tell, nobody reads this thing. Though I've really started to bond with some of the people in ROTC. I actually miss them the most.
I can't wait to do presents and things though... I got so many great gifts for my family, and I even made them stockings.
One thing I do miss is having the time to do art. REAL art, not comercial cartoon crap. Anyone with half the talent can learn to do that junk. Some cartoonists are artists. Most are just limited in their abilities to work with more mediums. It's too bad I can't get into the real art classes as a freshman... sigh. There's just too few spots and too many people. More interesting; I'm taking a costume design class. I'm very excited, I have so many ideas paired with a good fashion sense... I hope we get the opportunity to make stuff for the theater department's productions.
Wow... walmart sucks. I'm so sick of their commercials.
My head hurts.
Now it's time to bake cookies!