Idiots

I always enjoy talking to you. You seriously need to figure out your call waiting. Or is that your clever way of getting rid of me??? I had another sex dream today, but it didn't involve you. It did, however, seem very real to me.

The further I get through the year, the more I start to think about how I plan on being in Prague at this time next year and how weird/awesome that will b. I know I can't get you to visit me here, but perhaps you will visit me there. It occurs to me that I haven't seen you since 2005, which seems like forever. What's up with that?

I have to figure out when to go to the museum before Wednesday. I'm so tired of school. Tired of engaging in ridiculous exercises. I just want to make stuff. Movies. Oh, and get laid. How pathetic is it that I've spent the entire break so far hoping the Czech will call? Actually, another boy called and wanted to come up. I said ok, and then I never heard from him. Jerk. When did boys become so unable to follow through? It's almost as if they are afraid they will like the way things turn out. Ugh. Idiots.