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.

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10 April 1999

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stayed up until after three writing. my play's just completely silly. i was having a hard time choosing a plot or characters or anything, so i wrote myself into it. not a character based on me or anything, but actually me. and then i was stuck again. i was talking possibilities with george, and so decided to write him into it too. and then just started tying in all these little scraps of scenes and notes and odd bits of characters and whatnot. maybe by the end of it it will make some sense.

had to drag myself out of bed for class. but once i'm up i rather like being awake in the morning. it's just the getting out of bed bit that i have the real problem with. only four students ended up showing up for class, including me, so i didn't end up reading. i did give my teacher a copy of what i have so far to read.

spent another hour or so in a bookstore today. more self control to keep myself from feeding my book habit. there was a guidebook of modern japanese architecture that i had a hard time keeping myself from buying.

then george and i went and saw the matrix. pretty good movie. i didn't think it was absolutely spectacular in the way that some reviews have made it seem. the special effects were of course pretty amazing. the cinematography was really quite good. the acting wasn't half bad. the plot was all a bit cliched. certainly worth the matinee price though, all factors considered.

i fell asleep early this evening, and woke up about 830. i had been planning on going to see a play tonight, but i guess that kinda fell through. tomorrow night maybe.