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.

4 June 1999

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towards the end of a string of dreams that i don't recall much about, er!n and i went out fro brunch. we were in something of a cross between a mall and a fancy hotel. deep red carpets, pleasant lights, but lots of inane shops (most of them closed thankfully, it was a sunday morning in the dream), and people milling about. i sorta remembered driving there, but i had my bike and didn't know where to leave it.


sam turned on his nintendo 64 yesterday for the first time since i got home. i spent a little time playing the new legend of zelda, and then spent quite a few more hours playing it today. it is a pretty impressive game, but i don't think i could really get as into it as i have with various games in the past. that's likely a change within myself as much as it's any factor of the game. stemming from the same source that's keeping me away from the net, i'd say.

granted, i've been watching a lot of tv. but the effect of most of that is sparking my desire to make movies or write plays.