four months
some random girl posted pictures of a boy on my program who i have a cursh on, so i obviously creeped on it. she titled her facebook album “so long to be gone, so short to be here” and i was like ACCURATE. despite the fact that it’s maybe really lame and cliche, as a 13-year-old girl i’m all about it. whip out the stencils, i’m writing that shit on my wall. four months is so not enough.
i could babble about how much i’ve grown in the past 4 months and learned a lot about the world and myself and JAPs from the tri-state area. instead, i’m just going to post the ridiculously long text message that i sent to myself as i drunkenly sat alone with a pivo and a big, stupid grin on my face watching all of my study abroad bff’s dancing at our favorite sheisty bar/club chapeau rouge as i feverishly typed away on my cell phone knowing i wanted to remember exactly how i felt at that moment for ever:
“Can i kick it? Yes you can. At the club i’ve spent nearly every tuesday accidentally blacked out at. So many wonderful moments have occured here. Whether really out of this world dance parties with people i love from the czech rep legit euro make outs or people from home getting weapons pulled on them but still lovin it. My favorite bar. Chapeau rouge has been the bar that will always hold a piece of my heart as large as kams does. Ok, single ladies is on, gotta tancovat and drink more because blogging on my euro cell phone to the template folder is so not okay”
irregardless of the fact that when I read that out loud to everyone while we were en route to smajany syr post-bar (whatup friend cheese sandwhiches?!) everyone was like, “patrick, you’re a freak” i still think it really sums things up.
i miss praha already. 3 more days
