prague

prague, nebraska.

probably just as lively, but much closer to me than the one in the czech republic. i discovered this gem a couple of years ago when a few people went after totus tuus training. i loved it then.

last night, a group of friends went down to kolac korner to partake in the fish fry (yay lent) and listen to some live polka music. 

a fairly small restaurant in a town that's even smaller, the dream of kolac korner started with a family who sold kolace on a highway corner to nebraska fans headed to the football games in lincoln. now a thriving little and humble business, the restaurant has a variety of foods including hamburgers, fried fish and its sunday special, duck and dumplings. no worries though, the signature kolace(strawberry, blueberry, poppy seed, apricot, cream cheese) are still there, along with czech liquor and beer. last night offered a free domestic brew for all customers because it was the owner's, or the "prince of prague's", birthday. 

i suppose walking into a small town's most popular business as a group of young(and old) college students could be intimidating, however, the people of prague only welcome new friends, fellow husker fans and first-time polka dancers. 

a crowd favorite, "in heaven there is no beer", was enjoyed several times throughout the night. and i have to admit, the polka version of "there is no place like nebraska" in honor of the kolac korner's staff for all of their hard work was a highlight.

it's nights like this when i feel like coming to school in nebraska was the best decision of my life. it's people like those in prague who make my heart come alive. and it's experiences like this that i think everyone should have. and if you want to have it, call me.  

after only 15 minutes into our 4 hour stay at kolac korner, a friend asked "are we in heaven or prague, nebraska?"

"um, both."  

the champion

i am currently facebook chatting with emily, and she sent me a link for the myers-briggs personality test. and since i pretty much click on any link that emily sends me, here is my result: enfp. extrovert, intuition, feeling, perception
in other words, the champion idealist. heck. yes.
i few descriptives that made me laugh:

"The most outgoing of the Idealists, Champions often can't wait to tell others of their extraordinary experiences. Champions can be tireless in talking with others, like fountains that bubble and splash, spilling over their own words to get it all out."
funny because: it's true. i love telling stories. especially ones that are actually pretty boring. but i think i add enough ridiculous expression and interior commentary that people generally stay entertained.

also, "Fiercely individualistic, Champions strive toward a kind of personal authenticity."
i absolutely hate not being myself. whenever i force myself to do something out of character, it never works out. so, i think i'll still strive to be authentic and just live mah life. eyy eyy eyyy (rhianna/t.i. reference).

famous champions include charles dickens and joan baez.
um, enough said.

texas

i'm home for spring break, and i decided to start a blog.
i was just out to eat with some old high school friends and we saw three high school teachers...it was weird. mostly because both groups were legally drinking margaritas. it was really weird.
it's always really interesting to come home...and i suspect this is the case for a lot of college students. i get home, and i'm happy to be here. but i easily and quickly get into arguments with my parents, especially my mom. a length of time will go by, and we'll get along just great. and then it's time to leave, and i cry every single time.
i don't know what it is exactly. i must be growing up...uh oh.
that's all for now.
expect more interesting posts...later.
:)