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.

14 April 1999

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spent this morning writing the entries for my acting journal that i was s'posed to be doing over the second half of the semester. i hadn't touched the journal since doing the first half of the entries, which i did the morning they were due. wasn't tough or anything though. it's when there's no consequences to procrastination, like that, that sorta reaffirms it as a valid course of action. subconsciously anyway.

in guitar we had our final quiz, bar chords, and got our last quiz back, which i aced. conceptually, i've got the guitar down cold. now if i could only play it. acting was kinda fun, we did some interesting improvs.

then this evening i walked down to kinko's to print out irs form 4868, request for an extension for filing my return. and also did a photocopy collage for my playwriting class. the collage was s'posed to be done early in the semester, as a way to think about yr play in non-language terms, but i didn't even know what i was writing about until recently. actually, i still don't. but the photocopy collage is a cool medium anyway.