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.

16 February 1999

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107am. i smell toast. i hallucinate scents though. never images, that i've noticed. and with sounds, it's a little ambiguous what's real and what's in yr head or just at the periphery of sensory range. but often scents. and often they're localized. for one afternoon in high school my left index finger smelled like lilacs. i had been in the library studying all day, and it was the middle of winter.


painting this morning. our current assignment is to do a black and white painting from another piece of artwork. i'm doing a painting from a photo that i took in high school, sort of an abstract portrait. i was slow getting into it, i didn't think it was coming along well at all. and then today something just fell into place. i think i've found a style of painting that really works for me.

philosophy of religion this evening. for which i didn't have our first real assignment done. work's just been eating me alive recently. but my teacher understood, i just have to email it to him before next week's class.

and now i have to work on a performance self-assessment for acting that was due yesterday. i've mentioned to a few people that i haven't really had the time to feel anything over the end of li because i've been so busy with the shutting down/switching over deal, and that maybe once that phase is complete i will. but, there's always the option of just completely immersing myself in schoolwork at that point. i really do have a desire to do well. i'd like to get 3.7-4.0 in all my classes. which really shouldn't be tough. i just have to see if that desire is enough of a motivating factor.