July 28, 2021
Chocolate Mixed with Boogers and Sara...Sweet, Sara
I just ate something off my sheets, it was next to the scraps of a chocolate bar that Shasta, Sara and I just finished, and I thought it was some bits of cocoa. But it was salty, too salty for my chocolaty tastes, and now I'm not so sure that I didn't eat a chocolate booger.
Sara wants me to write about her. She's one of my favorite people in what is one of my top three favorite cities in the world, at least right now, as in July 28, 2004. Although I wasn't even sure what the date was before I started writing this. I had to check the date, because life is a blur in Prague. It's not that I'm doing all that much partying, school is a lot of work, and then there's work on top of work on top of work.
My crew in Prague is like the kids from Freaks and Geeks, even though I'm just guessing that that is what we're like because I've never seen the show. We have one popular girl in our group, that's my friend Sara, and while I'm not sure why she hangs out with a Cabbage Patch Kid that dresses like Michael Jackson, a neurotic, confused Jew, two lesbians who crave sex every time they are fucked up, a gay boy who suffers from partial face paralysis when he isn't doing the talking and a feminist with a penchant for punk, I'm really glad she does (BTW - can you guess who is who?). Plus, she is my third and final roommate...and let me just say that that is a treat in itself.
Trust me, if you knew Sara you'd wish you were here.