(e:yesthatcasey), (e:paul), (e:terry) and I went down to Franklinville for Bass Mountain this week. At first we thought it was going to be lame - the organizers announced the day before we left that there could be no fires, no reentry, no pets or weapons.

The hosts were lame. We almost got kicked out for swimming in the lake, and they ran a terrible restaurant. They banned coolers, although we got it in anyway.

But despite all the rules, the landscape was beautiful and the music was ridiculous. Paul and I danced ourselves exhausted to so many different types of music. We got to hang out with Casey's friend Masumi and her friend Liz. Terry and I tumbled down some hills. It ended up being one of the best weekends of the summer so far.





Ask him about baseball

Bathroom selfie

The forbidden lake

(e:paul) shaved his curly locks. He looks real tough now.

For a while he looked like a unicorn. (e:czarkasm) would have loved it.

Since I started at Roswell I've been having so many jumbled dreams.

The other night I had a dream that we were in Provincetown on the beach with Emily and Catherine. When it was time to go I turned around and they both had turned into Ladykracher, the German comedian. We rode away on our bikes into Hamburg, when Ladykracher's robot Jambox (aka Jambot says (e:terry)) jumped out of her bag. She ran around trying to catch it while traffic was swerving around her. The jambot's voice was so cute.

Yesterday night I dreamt about programming an automated KitchenAid mixer. It had 3d printing capabilities, except instead of plastic it printed out Girl Scout cookies. So convenient! It was revolutionary. I can't remember the rest.

I dream a lot about speaking German and German things. I also dream a lot about programming. And I almost always always dream about (e:paul) and (e:terry).

I wonder if I've been dreaming more because I've been utilizing more of my brain in the past month.

Apparently it could from eating before bed. The British Cheese Board claims cheese makes you dream.

So I am 23 as of yesterday! I'm getting ancient! Wenig Hundchen, mehr Hund. Blahf.

(e:Paul) and (e:terry) got me a peanut butter cake last night along with amazing nut butters. Yum.

Today Paul and I ditched work early to go to the Squeaky Wheel film festival. We met up with Emily, Catherine, (e:Heidi) and (e:Dianne). After we went home to play bocce ball.

Emily and Catherine got me this bootylicious wine bag that was actually full of rum.

I heard from a lot of people I hadn't talked to in a while.

I don't feel any different but its one step closer to being in my mid twenties and I don't know how I feel about that.

I had an awesome time today. Thanks errybody.

Terry couldn't eat any :(

The spread

Der 90er arbeitet

I had never heard of this plant before, but tonight my mom warned me to look for this on our hikes. It's a giant plant that looks similar to Queen Anne's lace when in bloom, but with a sap that will destroy your skin. These pictures from the DEC show a leg burned by the sap. Their map shows that there are tons of reported sightings in Erie County. If you find one, you're supposed to report it so they can document and eliminate it. I want to keep an eye out for them now.

Wikipedia says the toxin is furocoumarins, which enters your cells nucleus, bonds with the DNA, and kills the cell. Feel like going camping now (e:mike)?