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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7 November 1999

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writing this while at work in the library, mainly to procrastinate from writing my modern architecture paper, but also so that i won't get distracted by wanting to write something for my site when i get home and will only work on my paper then. got that bean? no video games.

slept later than i should have again today. it's just so hard to get out of bed when i don't have a real commitment. even if i feel rested. i just want to roll over and close my eyes and re-enter my dream world. and so that's what i did this morning.

i don't remember when i got up exactly, but i ate brunch and then headed off to the studio for a while. played around with the pseudo-vessel that i cast last night. ended up breaking apart the plaster and pulling the copper out part way. it actually looks kinda neat. it doesn't exactly hold water, but the drips are kinda interesting. in fact, i like them.

came home to work on my paper. there was a message on my machine from nikki. she left her new cellphone number, but as everyone knows, i'm not real big on phones. but she called back while i was working (it's really quite rare to get me at home) and we talked for a while.

and then dinner. and then here at the library. i've been trying to write this paper, but i just can't get myself into it. the topic's kinda pointless, i don't think it's teaching me anything useful about architecture. and on top of that, just isn't very interesting.

with a little work it could be. if it were "research the concept of 'type' in modern architecture" that would be okay. but instead it's simply compare the concept of type as defined by two different architects from two excerpted readings in our photocopied course readings packet. there isn't a whole lot to work with, and basically not much room for anything but regurgitation with a minimum of thought involved.

i just can't bring myself to write that sort of junk. although i have to. and i can't even try to be creative and write something more interesting that goes beyond the scope of the assignment, 'cause they're graded by tas who have no imagination of their own and would just give me a lousy grade for such a thing. i don't think the instructors ever actually even see the papers. stupid fucking system.


okay, i said i wouldn't but there's a few things i have to add. i noticed from the library that i had lost my connection to carrot that had been active in my room for about a month. when i came home i found out that was because my computer had somehow shutdown. this could've been when i grabbed a book to return to the library that was sitting right next to the power button.

then i noticed that there was a big plastic disk sitting in my bathroom sink. eventually i realized it had fallen off of the light fixture. which is weird, 'cause the light fixture isn't really over top of the sink. hrm.