magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

Untitled.

25 August 1998

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i woke up this morning with a very real, but fuzzy memory of hitting my face on something (or vice-versa) sometime over the last few days. i remember thinking at the time "that'll leave a mark". but i can't for the life of me remember were or when or how it could've happened. i'm almost convinced that it was a dream, 'cept that my cheek is actually kinda sore.

gale called me at work this morning to check up on my plans for see. it looks like i'm still going, although it's really starting to scare me. i'm not doing it for any of the lofty, idealistic reasons that i was originally doing it for. i do need to move again, i'm getting restless, but bastrop, tx isn't the only option. i really want to be back in school studying architecture, and ut austin is probably the cheapest place that i can do that. but, i'm not really going to be able to start until next fall, and by then i'm going to want to be somewhere else. and sonali promised to come visit me in texas as it's closer to nebraska than connecticut is. but, at the same time i'm leaving erin.

i spent last night hanging out in hartford with her, and it was fun just sitting around in the park doing nothing and being silly. i wish i could spend more time like that. it beats working late or watching tv. it's a shame that there's this sense of the future, of finality to everything.


i made my first contact with ut austin today. i sent email to the admissions department to find out if it will be possible to just ignore my year at umass. if not, i basically can't go there. and right now this desire to study architecture is one of the strongest pulls in my life. if i can't do it at ut austin i probably won't be living at see for terribly long. of course if i can do it there, i might be committing myself to living in texas (at least during the school year) until 2004. until cerebus ends. that's a hell of long time.