I’m in Houston until Wednesday. I’m not terribly happy about it. Although I get to see a few of the people I miss throughout the year and spend some time with my family, Houston just kind of sucks in comparison. I want to be back in sunny San Marcos laying out by the pool with my boyfriend and friends drinking beer and not worrying about a damn thing.  Of course being back in San Marcos is not entirely worry free, I’m broke until the beginning of June, and being so leaves me no other option than to be a river/pool rat. Not to mention I’ve developed (rather conveniently, jk) a cough right before coming home.  Now this shouldn’t be an issue, but it seems every time I do come home now I have a cough which has put the idea into my father’s head that I have tuberculosis.  Its ridiculous because I’m a smoker but I’m not about to admit that to him just yet.  Anyway, I’m just going to try and kill as much time in Houston as possible by hanging out with old friends and pray that Wednesday gets here in a hurry.