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.

21 January 1999

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so i think my first oil painting is coming along pretty nicely. creating is good. i'm glad i signed up for all these artistic classes. i am having a little trouble playing chord changes in guitar. i figure that's just practise, practise, practise tho.

it's still early into the semester, but i think i'm off to a better start as far as budgeting my time is concerned. i've still been staying up a little too late, so getting out of bed in the mornings is a little tough. but i'm adjusting. i'm not at all organized, it's only been two weeks, and i already have class notes and handouts and homework scattered throughout at least three different piles of stuff in my room. i will have to work on that.

i feel like i should have something of more substance to say today. but i'm tired, and i put off writing anything until the last half hour of the day. so if there's anything floating around in there, i can't quite articulate it, and it'll just have to wait.