REWIND: Amsterdam, just as weird as the last time I went. Every guy wants a piece. People walk past you at night and whisper "coke, ecstasy, speed?" into your ears. It's crawling with boho hippies stuck, hoping to live the dream. The place has rules man. NO TOBACCO IN JOINTS only in designated smoking areas...that's a new rule! We took mushrooms, it was almost as good as the last time, but we were lost in Vondelpark fro near 4 hours and a man tried to chase us. We went to dampkring coffee shop and the hash was harsh. I couldn't feel myself and the men were all staring. I needed to leave and when I poured myself into the dark I was still tripping out thinking I was falling, then my face hit the floor and I knew its was real. SMACKED back into reality, some guys came to help and gave me some candies to get my sugar up. We went back to the hostel and I got changed, then back into the night. ****************************************************** The dream has slipped away! Kris didn't get the results he needed for Newcastle so he tried to go through clearing, thus releasing himself from his position at York st. John's......but all the clearing places were taken and he was left with NOTHING BUT A BROKEN HEART. I've never seen him cry as much, he was like a child and I was helpless and hopeless. So now I might be stuck living in some dingy fucking halls with people I don't know. Sharing a bathroom, sharing a kitchen URGH!!!!!