I really don't think I can interpret these exactly but I had the craziest dreams this morning in my half awake phase.

First of, I was a a dinner party and really drunk in my dream. (e:lilho) had cooked the meal which consisted of yellow, red, and blackberries with whip cream - tasty. I took ttoo many ephedrine pills in my dream and someone gave me water to wash it down with. It turned out to be caffeinated water and I started having heart palpitations. As if that wasn't enough, a lion got loose on elmwood at the time and was on our roof overhang. (e:matthew) wanted to capture it on film but of course it rboke through the window and chased us all around. Somehow I ended up upstairs at another party but weird gothic people.

At the event, we accidently but literally sold our souls to satan. Satan came in about 15 forms, each on top of a pedastal like the mozart pedestal at hoyt lake. One was a salamander, one was a giant fat (600lbs+) white woman with bady died maroon hair and some sort of seductive sequin moo-moo (oxymoron perhaps), one was a skinny black man that looked sort of like a living wood cut, one was the traditional hoofed version, a snake, etc. Then they would pass this thing around and we had to kiss it. I wasn't going to do it in my athiestic stolz but ended up doing it just to prove it meant nothing after I saw all my friends do it anyways.

After the party, we waited in line and then got on a plane to go home. I began to fall asleep on the plane. When I woke up we were going downhill fast. I realized the plane was gonna crash and that I had to brace myself. Then we saw an spanish armada ship with a runway somehow and everyone was happy accept that the runway was too short so we crashed anyway. I was seriously injured but not dead and lying on the floor. No one else seemed very alert either. I could see this baby and kept calling t o it to come here because it was next to something that was smoking. When I finally dragged myself close enough, I realized the baby was dead and that the plane was burning and I didn't knwo how to get out. Then I woke up in real life and was really freaked out.

The pink was outright boring tonight. We hung out with a bunch of epeeps but I just wasn't into it. It was a sad comedown from thursday in the square. I think it's time to move on to a new bar. Does anybody else feel this way? On the other hand metal night at Franks was seriously bumping but not really my crowd.

It's not so crowded tonight which is nice. It's also pretty cold. According to [search]nonna[/search] Auguest 1st is the birth of winter.
The music seems to be really good for once. I wish that I had some sort of voice recording capability. I am trying something new and stamping the picture with data on my phone.
I'm trying something else new and calling my answering machine to record sound. I really have to set the server up to accept audio blogs from cell phones.
Hopefully, I'll see you all at the pink.

I just realized that Sister's Hospital, the place I was born is almost directly across the street from my office at Canisius. I feel like a Salmon that swam upstream, does it mean I am old now?

(e:lilho) and I went to Hoyt lake behind the historical society at deleware park today after our UB excusrion. I captrued the whole thing with the sidekick (GOOGLE - tombile sidekick)



We decided to walk across the lake over the concretet divider that seprartes the lake from the scajaquada creek. It is really fun but if you fall in you fall in toxic sewer wateer to the right. I wouldn't suggest doing this at night. One time I went at night with my friend Jessica Zak and once we got halfway across, an angry handicapped man stepped onto the divider and started coming toward us. It was really out of control.




Once you get to the other side there is a bridge which can be really fun to hang out undeneith.



It has exceptional accoustics which can be really fun with drums or sticks, with which you can hit the bridges metal work and make fantastic clanging noises. This is what it looks like.



I also would not suggest coming here at night. One time while playing drums with my friend Chris Albon a man in leather came up to us and unzpped his pants to unfurl his private arts. Needless to say we had to run across the concrete divider.

We foudn a statue of mozart (GOOGLE - mozart biography) on the other side. I never realized he dies so young.



Once across we found a trail that lead trhough the forest. It is directly across from the ajpanese gardens. I can't say that i have ever seen it before, but it was definately a well trodden path.

When we wer eover there, we found a backpack and lot of school supplies in the forest. It looks liek someones backpack was stolen from Buffalo State maybe. Most of the stuff inside was in spanish. It had definately been tehre a while, lmaybe even a whole winter. If I had completed the code from the elmwood crime blotter, I would post it there. Unfrotunately, I did not so I am just going to have to wait.






Here is a biblewe found , written in spanish.



Then we deiced it was time to leave, so we headed back to the car along the highway.



When we got back to the histroical society, where the weeds are as high as my waist, we saw kids swimming in the swap water, which is so freakin' toxic. It was hard to believ so we headed back over, this time running across the highway in order to try and get a picture as wel figured no one would believe us. Runnign across the highway was really dangerous and stupid. I would not suggest doing it to anyone. (e:lilho) and I got stuck iin the middle for about 5 minutes, and the cars were getting reallly close. She had flipflops on which made the whole thing really scarry. I kept imagining her falling in the street and being crushed by the 50 mpH cars that were going by and how I would explain the whole thing to Julie and (e:hodown).

We found the kids in the water and (e:lilho) went up and took a picture. No one wshould ever swim in this water. tehre are so many chemicals. Once my tortoise fell in and met veteranarian said to never let it happen again. The kids were only liek 12 and had no adult supervision. I used to do things like this all the time. Ir emember in 6th grade that my friend sara fell in through the ice during the winter. I thought she would freeze do death but we managed to save her.



After catching the picture we walked back down the dangerous highway and up the elmwood exit ramp ramp and back into e-ville.



Back in the parking lot at the historical society, we saw that they had taken away the Abraham Lincoln stat
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"behind bars", okay, well a chain linked fence. I thought it was a perfect display of what is currently happening in Americna politics.