Reliant is pretty awesome! I wish I had gotten cheap beer and cotton candy! But I couldn't really hold that and my inflatable Rice Owls sticks. Rice vs UH, we won... of course. Football is not my kind of game, I could barely locate the ball 90 percent of the time. No one could possibly look cute in a football uniform, unless you're a butt person, which I'm not. Maria patiently explained, and once in awhile, I would put some spirit into my yelling and waving.

The first two weeks of school came and went... and next weekend, I go home. I miss my parents; yes I do. I have not been myself as far as productivity is concerned, or is this really more like myself. I mean, I read and I wrote, but there is no urgency and there is no breathlessness that accompany my Rice cramming routine. True, the first papers/tests are still weeks away... But so is Maria/Cielo's birthday party! hehe...

In Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, a really cute guy went for a not-at-all pretty girl. I know I know this, but every time, it surprises me that you don't have to be perfect to nail the seemingly-perfect-guy. This should take the pressure off of me, but it doesn't... why?! If we're our own worst critiques, then this tortuous reach for perfection is for myself alone. That's just god-awful.