Bent Forks and Broncos

I'm not much of a cook. It's a function of little to no practice, I always find something I'd rather be doing, like homework *cough* *cough.* But every now and then, I buy some meat, some vegetables, and some other random ingredients. And in those rare occasions in which I actually get around to cooking before the meat actually goes bad, I concoct a pretty damn good meal. Half the time. Today, I made some awesome stir-fry. Mind-blowingly good. It was basically the greatest stir-fry I've ever made…except for the rice. I'm not sure what it is with rice, but I lack the ability to cook it. I follow the directions, dot the I's, cross the t's, boil the water, add the salt, let it sit, take the top off, etc. Whenever it comes to actually sampling it, something is always wrong. Most of the time, the ricI'vee is too hard, although its sometimes far too sticky. I just can't get it right. Rice is the foil to my cooking. It's the joker to my Batman. The Mega

Wow, my last post was an amalgam of incoherent topics, misspellings, and slightly ironic commentary. Ok, on that last point, that's my personal opinion. But it's basically true, so deal with it. Unfortunately, class has not kicked my ass yet. I still have far too much time on my hands, letting me play soccer 3 days a week + various other intramurals on my 'off' nights. That being said, I think I destroyed the bone connecting my right toe to the rest of my foot, so I'll be gunning for max left foot utilization in our next few games. No, that doesn't mean we'll lose 0-5; it just means that when I miss the easy touch pass to you (5 feet away), it's because I'm becoming a better player, so a few weeks down the road I won't miss it. And I won't miss it because of all the practice I put in with my left foot; it will actually be because my right foot/toe will be fully healthy then. Approximately 24 hours ago (and by that I mean sometime on the 16 th