sitting in the abroad office

for about three hours now. there was lots i wanted to do on the internet. i did some of it. mostly, though, ronen, darling, and myself just looked around the internet at ways to get to bulgaria for spring break and were frustrated by it. mostly, right now, i just wish i knew what i was doing for spring break. man. this shit is tedious. mom, i salute you for organizing so many family vacations.

in other news, we are about to have a ballroom dance lesson. we have no boys though. rhys is on his way. i'll be curious to see whether he can find us though because he has a tendency to get lost and wander around for hours here. me? i get lost and freak out and then call a cab or something. i'm not a big wanderer.

i will write until the dance lesson starts.

last night we went to the blind eye (a bar full of nice people that i like very much), and it was good. but then the way back was about the worst experience i've had in prague thus far (or in europe thus far, probably, too). i'm not sure i can actually write about it right now because i don't have the concentration and it will probably just make me nervous to think about again. let's just say briefly that i encountered roma in a fistfight blocking the entrance to the tram, an old man with a pussy wound on his face nodding at me (nodding nodding staring) the whole tram ride, a roma prostitute and her pimp trying to hustle/pickpocket the random assortment of prague's scuzziest gathered around the tram stop, waiting for the night tram, lots of creepy dudes, and one really nice woman who came up to me and said something in czech that i didn't understand. 'mluvite anglicky?' i asked her, and she said 'oh yes yes. isn't this scary?'

it's weird. prague usually feels so safe and not sketchy. okay i'm out of time.