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.

6 October 1998

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written offline just shy of midnight:

when i went out to lunch today the waitress asked how i was doing and i said okay 'cause that's what you say and she said i know yr lying but that's all right (not in a tell me the truth sort of way, just in a statement of fact sort of way) and i said, no i am doing pretty much okay. but of course it got me thinking about it. and there really is so much potential stress causing stuff going on in my life. although i've never really felt "stressed", even in high school when i went through this checklist of stressors and with my score i should have been hospitalized 'cause of the physiological impact, i wasn't really feeling it. i get headaches at the base of my neck sometimes that i'm sure are stress related, but beyond that, not much. but anyway, i've begun sinking my own money into li. i've always bought expensive things impulsively (my bike, my snowboard, my vw, all my computers) but i've never really let that cross over to work. i've been justifying it as just another impulsive computer purchase, and i guess that's okay for now. i'm leaving for texas in probably less than three weeks. that's a big one. i still have no real idea of where i'm going to be living down there. i still haven't heard anything from ut austin. and i always start feeling a little off when i don't have any real communication with friends for a while and i haven't received any personal email since friday or so. but now? i'm just gonna go to bed and let all this kinda drift off somewhere else. g'night. seeya in the morning.