A Sea of Red Lights Encompassed My Fragile Mind...

I know I should really post some of the details of my trip to Amsterdam (Prague, cough), and I had every intention of doing so until this exact moment...one where I have sort of lost all recollection of what happened while I was there. That being said, I will start with the tales of my morning, hoping for some refreshing burst of energy that will allow me to recollect all the happenings of what I remember to be a fantastic weekend.

Before I can do that, however, I will mention this morning, as I had promised before. At around 10:30 this morning, after bravely pulling myself from the comfort of my sheets, a fact I am quite proud of, I ventured to the stairwell of my flat with the goal of smoking that sweet morning cigarrette that somehow always manages to start/perk-up my day. No sooner had I lit the cig, then the wind swept through the apartment, as if God was saying "Your day is going to suck!" This monstrous effort on the part of said fictional deity caused the door to slam, succeeding in our dear lord's effort to make my life suck. MOTHER FUCKER! I spent the next three hours of my life stuck in the hallway, without my cigs, the pack of which I had extracted but a single specimen of for my morning wake-up smoke, reading almost 300 pages of Angels and Demons, and eating the bag of chocolate malty eggs I had provided myself as "breakfast." Then Diego finally arrived home, I threw my pants on and raced to class, which I was already late for, only to be there for ten minutes and have the teacher let us out early, as he almost always does....just not normally two hours early. That is where I am with this right now.

Soooooo...for good things. I did, in fact, go to Amsterdam this weekend. Once again, what an awesomely fun city. SOOOO MUCH WEED! They really have got it figured out there. A city of peace and love, complete with hookers and, well, more drugs. We arrived Thursday and Mike, Annie, and I immediately went to a coffee shop and smoked ourselves stupid. Friday, Chelsea and Jess showed up and...we smoked. Then we did shrooms and met up with Liza and Ethan. SWEET GOOD TIMES! I was retarded for the rest of the day and don't really recall to much of the rest of it. We went to the red light district at night and saw all the hookers before smoking more and going back to our respective hostels. The next day, exact same thing but minus the shrooms....still awesome. Then Sunday, I woke up, forced two grams of weed down Chelsea's throat and ate a space cake originally intended for two people...might have been a mistake. I went to the airport, made it onto the plane, passed out, got off the plane, struggled through customs with my obvious stonedness, made my way to the tube, passed out on the tube, made it home, and ended my day with passing out at home. So that was basically my trip. I guess there really isn't too much to write about. I mean, I smoked a shit-load of awesome weed, had one of the best 'trips' of my life, had a great time with awesome people, and did I mention that I smoked a ton of weed? Anways, Amsterdam was my last real trip. I go to Stratford this weekend to see Romeo and Juliet...I guess that will be fun...hopefully. Hopefully I will at some point have incentive to blog again, but should that time just not come for awhile, abate your impatient fears, hold strong, and realize that I have not forgotten you or this blog. It is really just because I don't care about the shit in my life that is happening enough to blog about...and that's the God's honest truth.