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1.62pounds

(transcribed from Book Two of my diary)

2AM Sunday Sept 6.

2 days ago, Friday night while we were in the checkout line at Randall's, I did the most incredible thing. Marcel had 3 bananas and was trying to guesstimate their weight. He said, "these are about a pound." I picked them up, "no. they are a full one and one half pounds. In fact, they are one point six two pounds." Then the dude put them on the scale. 1.62 pounds. "Oh my God!" We gave each other five really hard. It was totally incredible. I kept the receipt. It's in my scrapbook.

"Today" I slept fully until noon. I listened to the radio about Lalapaloza 92, a mini woodstock out 59 south. I tried in vain to do some prob & stats, but it sucks like crazy, so I went to the dorms and Molly helped me.

I played hard at disk gun warrior with AJ, Steven, Brian and some other dude on second floor. We each have disk guns and we run everywhere in the dorms shooting each other. At one point, I tackled Steve at full top speed and we both almost died smashing against the wall. His semiautomatic dart gun got fucked up, and we spent several hours trying to fix it. We just about got it fixed but not perfect. Later

Dream

(transcribed from Book Two of my diary)

9:45AM Sunday Sept 6 1992

I just had a dream

I was being rolled backwards lying down through a building at school by my school friends. At one point, I saw a woman named Lauren from Northwoods church, and she had braces. I told them, "stop." so they did and I got up and talked to her some and hugged her and gave her a bite on her neck. I kissed her a tiny bit on the lips and I felt her braces with my tongue.

Then I whispered, "come here" to her ear. She came closer and I said, "I've got a braces fetish" so she kissed me again and I licked her braces and nibbled on them and loved it. I was totally getting a hardon in my dream(?) and was about to orgasm, so I quit kissing her so I wouldn't cum everywhere in my dream. I was like entirely turned on in the dream. We stopped kissing and I calmed down a little. It turned out that she lived in New York or somewhere far away, was married, and pregnant. So we exchanged addresses and such. Then she drew a cool 3-D rendition of my apartment, except it wasn't my apartment.

Really weird. I'm going to look up Bobbie in the old UH phone book - see what I can get. Later

785-3542 It was a ans. machine with a dude's voice. crap.