Well, it’s about 10:00am and we’re on the train to Paris. It’s going about 125kph so I hope a deer doesn’t decide to jump on the tracks and take us all down with him because of the stupid family problems he was having. I would not be happy. I’d be worse than happy- I’d be dead.

Well, yesterday I finally got to see Rachel again. We started “reading” around 5:00pm but her mom threw the door open and started bitching at Rachel. She came back and said “My mom doesn’t want me to see you, but I told her “no” because I like being with you.” I love that! But I did a lot of apologizing, because it takes two to tango.

Later on we went out drinking with Rachel and Nathalie and came back home to a whole night to ourselves! We layed [sic] et kissed until about 5:45am and listened to Smashing Pumpkins about 4 times. Then we made sandwiches and here we are!

It’s 9:50pm now and Cliff et moi just got back from a walk and I’m a little drunk yet again. It’s fucking rad here! We’re in a hostile room on the third floor and just outside there’s a big neighborhood party so they’re playing loud music; Right now the Police are on (Every Breath You Take) and it sounds live.

The people here are weird and always trying to get money or cigarettes off of you, and it’s very dirty and it smells like piss everywhere. But at least it’s cheaper than Switzerland! We got the full 4 day Paris agenda down, and then it’s off to Amsterdam! (Spacecakes)

But there’s a slight flaw in all of this- we’re going to meet Anouschka in Germany right after Holland, which means no Rachel. I’m not saying that it will take away any of the fun, but it’s hard for me to accept the fact that I might only have 3 more nights with her before I go back to the $tate$ again.

There’s a possibility she might come along to Italy and Greece with us, but I’m too used to disappointment to keep my hopes up.

Last night was easily the best night yet, seeing as I have sores all around the insides of my lips from kissing with so much meaning. I know this might sound really stupid, but I don’t care; I want to spend the rest of my life with her, whether she comes to the states or I go to Switzerland. I’m willing to give up my citizenship for her. But I know it won’t happen- two years is too long to make her wait, so only one of us would be happy.

It was so fucking cool- they have armpit hair here!!! I love it soooooo much!

The hostile here is alright; A room to ourselves with 4 bunks and a sink. 3^rd floor but not a good window.