[6:22 p.m.] : [2004-10-17]

you remember that guy at camp when you where 12 who had nudie magazises before everyone else? man, he was pretty popular, but at the same time, i kind of wonder if maybe hanging out with other guys all day looking at porn might've fucked up all his sexual refernces. so instead of seeing a hot chick and getting all hot, he'd smell forest of think about sleeping bags and start sporting some major pipe. more words of insperation and insite from berkely's heuristic squelch as i said would be forth coming in my previous entry of unitentionally epic length. lately, and of not so late, i've been having these dreams where i'm involved with a play, i used to do theatre in highschool for those of you that didn't actually know that already. and for tom, shut your face. so i've been having these dreams where i'm in a play and it's either opening night or getting close to and i have a huge burden of lines for my part and i for changing various reasons never know them. it never is me on stage stuttering, but it's just a slight panic that i am a few steps away from that point. it's like i'm flashing back to a stressful time of mental anguish. of course at the time it was never that stressful to me. still i wonder if i could file a suit against my school and theater teacher or my mental anguish and nam-esq flashbacks? still the whole reocurrence of it really makes me want to find a production, some comunity theater group or something, however i doubt that would help the lawsuit.

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