lets get ready to rumble

k, so I told mom that I wanna go to Rice. There, I said it. Quiero ir a la universidad de arroz. It just sucks that I have no home team with me here en casa. Sure, I've got Coach Elise rooting me on from the sidelines, but no amount of optomism can help you against the behemoth that is reality and the fury of parental opinion.

Mom's been playing the health card. True, I'm not the most immune person. Mom can blame herself for that. After all, I was the best weight loss plan she's had since she had her bullemia phase in high school to impress the captain of the football team. Seriously, she lost like 20 pounds over the nine months, of which 5 and 11/16 were on my birthday. So I've got a rattier system than the rest of yous. I know that. You know that. She knows it. So mom has been going all hypothetical on me, again. What if you get sick? Who will take care of you? Who will help you feel better?

And to that I wanna just yell, "I will. Duh!"

I would think that mom could understand where I'm coming from, but apparently she forgot how it used to be. K, so I don't even know where in Houston it is. K, so I won't have any friends over there right away. Even if I go here odds are I would never see them. K, so I'll have a complete stranger for a roommate probably. We can work things out.

I need adventure dammit. I'm tired of this spreadsheet of pros and cons shit. For once I'm ready to ignore the logic and do what feels right. And if I fail miserably, then it will have been worth it just for the experience.

Thrice comes to mind:

I've waited for this moment
All my life and more
And now I see so clearly
What I could not see before
The time is now or never
And this chance won't come again
I throw caution and myself into the wind.

There's no promise of safety on these second hand wings
But I'm willing to find out what impossible means
A leap of faith

A parody of an angel
Miles above the sea
I hear the voice of reason
Screaming after me
'You've flown far too high boy
Now you're too close to the sun
Soon your makeshift wings
Will come undone."

But how will I know limits from lies
If I never try

There's no promise of safety on these second hand wings
But I'm willing to find out what impossible means
I'll climb through the heavens on feathers and dreams
Cuz the melting point of wax means nothing to me
Nothing to me

I will touch the sun
Or I will die trying

Fly on these second hand wings
I'm willing to find out what impossible means
I'll climb through the heavens on feathers and dreams
Cuz the melting point of wax means nothing to me
Means nothing to me
Miles above the sea
*******

Now to just convince that to the folks.