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.

21 August 1999

[  ]
i had a dream in which i was playing a video game about aliens, but then i was flying a space ship, and may have been one of the aliens myself. later i was watching a movie was a girl who might have been an alien, i was back to my elfin self by this point.

sam and his friend reed and i were going to go eat japanese food tonight. but instead they went with aaron to see his junk car get beat up in a demolition derby. it probably would have been fun, but i hadn't eaten anything but a bagel today, and wouldn't have enjoyed it much for that reason. so i went to an art show with my mom, and we ended up going out to eat.

and i've spent the rest of the evening recreating the last three weeks from my poor notes. but now i'm caught up to the present, and can get back into typing what i'm feeling.

it occurred to me that my notes don't mention the fact that i've been calling daniel and leaving messages for a few weeks. i haven't heard back from him. phone or email. my notes also don't mention calling er!n and leaving a message on monday. it took me over two weeks since i got to call her. haven't hear back from her either. hrm.