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 March 1999

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had to get up early and go to kinko's before class to print out my critiques for painting. no big deal other than the getting up bit. i'm starting to like my painting a little better. i'm still wishing it was more abstract. but i guess doing representational paintings is good for the learning process.

i've only had four days of classes since spring break, but i feel like i've been playing so much catch-up that it's been longer. no classes tomorrow, but it's still not really a day off. daniel and i haven't been able to coordinate our schedules at all to finish up this li stuff. we must look like such slackers in the eyes of the public, not that that's anything new.

and then saturday, playwriting. first class in three weeks, and what do i have to show for that time off? nothing. i've barely touched my play. i'm still not sure what the story is that i want to tell. kinda a vital part.