It's official; I have my first cold of the year. I have been coming up with explainations for all this sneezing, coughing, throat-aching... when finally, I give up and admit that I am sick.

I go home tomorrow! I look forward to a night of sleeping without interruptions and the loud/cold/annoying air conditioner blowing in my ear all night. I look forward to sitting in the car and chatting with my mom for four hours while she takes me home. I look forward to the big mafia-styled couches that I can sink into. Maybe I will come back with this cold behind me.

I am not looking forward to the next two/three weeks of tests and papers. I am not looking forward to doing laundry that might have to get done tonight. I am not looking forward to debating whether to take my books/computer home... Sigh... the complications of life.

mmm... Hero was beautiful. Zhang Yi Mou was beautiful. Even Zhang Man Yu was beautiful. Seeing it at 11:00 pm on a Monday night was less than beautiful, but riding the metro with friends and speed walking through downtown Houston made it okay. I wish I were wearing heels though... Maria cried, I cried, and this guy sitting behind us either cried or had a cold. I really want to see it again. Come think of it, it has been ten years since I saw a Chinese movie on big screen in America, dating back to To Live in '94.