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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15 June 1999

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my dreams were a sort of full sensory immersion video game. i was one of a couple of players, jumping backward and forward in time. i don't really recall any specific scenarios though.

i went to get my driver's license renewed today. i think the photo was better on my last one. it seems that this time, in an effort to compensate for my pink hair (which is nearly blond in the photo) my face is very washed out, and my shirt, which is normally a mustard colour, is painfully yellow.

i finally got around to taking the rest of my stuff out of my van. well, most of it anyway. it's been almost a month, so i figured it was about time. of course now it's all just sitting in the kitchen until i can find a better place for it.

i also finally quelled my fear enough to call er!n. i thought we should get together before i leave for school. not that i'll be too far away, but i will be busy. our schedules don't exactly mesh this week, but we're attempting to work something out.