Love is a Muthafucka

Or so says Rudy's nick. I agree. Well, I don't know if it's love. Actually.. it's not... love isn't a one way street.

Yesterday I spent the afternoon talking to Ricky. It's cool that we're getting along now. Anyway, he gave me some advice and, I decided that today would be that guy's last chance. Ok it was the same thing as yesterday. So... no. Although the day isn't over, maybe he'll be at la Havana later tonight. I know Rodris will... haven't seen him since last summer.

I checked my mail before history class which our spiritual leader conveniently cancelled. The portuguêse wrote me. This one was good. Last mail I wrote him was the 31st, so making him wait works. Says he misses me, wants to kiss me... and so on?, and that he's coming to Mexico. I hadn't told him about my plan (still in the idea phase, but nevertheless an approved idea) of going to Portugal in the summer to learn the language. Let's see what happens. Long distance love is, too, a muthafucka.

I'm supposed to be getting my ass kicked in this very minute, but I feel like cold bitter shit right now. So, no TKD today. Dreading the shower... going to Cuba in a few.