Blagh from Prague. I feel overwhelemed. I had two nights, one full day, and a morning here. Well, I still have that morning, technically speaking. What have I done? I paid to go inside the castle. I saw another castle. I walked around a graveyard there. I went to another, gigantor graveyard (near an upscale shopping center… in Prague?) which weirded me out. Kafka is buried there, but that's like finding a body in a cemetary.. of haystacks? What? That makes no sense. If you cannot see the other edge of a cemetary, it is TOO LARGE.
Prague has too many people, and it is only March. I think I might take a train from Vienna over springbreak to either see more parts of Prague (third times the whimsy?) or go to a small town in the Czech Republic that isn't overloaded with tourists.
I cannot find the whimsy. I need you here Steph. Prague is beautiful and everything, but agh. My damn camera stopped working, so once again I have no pictures. Back at the hostelit decided it was once again cool to work. I don't know what I am doing wrong. Le sigh.
I saw someone from UMD today. 99% certain. Creepy blonde Ben Stiller doppelganger. I wonder if Maria or Bethany will know who I speak of. I also keep seeing my arch-nemesis, the Sir Toby's hostel employee who said “you don't seem American.” Naturally, I have not spoken to her. It's doubtful she'd remember Mike and I anyway.
Speaking of Mike, I very nearly asked him out. Regardless, the answer is no as I expected. Is it worth holding a torch for two boys who will never love me? I'd rather be asexual than move on. Until I find something amazing (assuming if I ever do) it's just unhealthy bullshit.
Will Budapest make things better? Who knows! I have far too many essays due this upcoming week.
I love you Sir Toby's, I just wish Prague was.. something. I do not even know what I am expecting! That's the worst part.
I like overhearing people's conversations in hostels. Especially elitist Americans from the east coast. “The middle of America is a.. vast nothingness.” You tell 'em girlies! Those conversations are funny things I should write down and remember or something.
My head hurts. Maybe free tea will make me better. Ack. Hopeless!