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 November 1999

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found out at two this morning that there was another thing i wanted to do at ten last night. the release party for purple ivy shadows's new album. and i missed the opening of chris's antique store last weekend too. damn.

i had lots of cool dreams this morning. although i only remember bits and pieces. there was one in which i found a huge roll of money. and there was all this intrigue while i was trying to justify keeping it. and a driving dream, with these hidden houses between layers and layers of highway on and off ramps. (this is potentially very useful in my design principles project.)

nikki called this morning while i was sleeping. she seems concerned that i don't have any sort of social life. i'm not sure she understands that i have 100 times more of a social life than i've had at any point since high school. and i really enjoy all the work i'm doing in architecture. and that the beb isn't some sort of work-camp, we have fun. (in fact alex.h came over today and said that it seems we have much more fun than they do in id, he was referring to our projects, not the social aspects, but still.)

but, nikki was on her cellphone, and was breaking up. after the first couple minutes of our conversation the only times i could understand what she was saying was when she asked if she was coming through. and i'd say yes, and the rest would be garbled or drop out altogether. and i was half-asleep, which i'm sure wasn't helping my comprehension.

i went back to bed, and got up around noon. i had a day-old bagel for breakfast.

went out (it was another beautiful day) and photographed all the buildings i'm s'posed to sketch for extra credit for materials and methods. i figure it's easier to sketch from the photos later (say over thanksgiving) than try to carry around a sketchbook and a bunch of coloured pencils (or crayons, as i don't have any coloured pencils) and try to do it all in an afternoon.

and then to the studio. did some freehand, totally inaccurate sketches for drawing. made some more notes for the final design project, but still no sketches for that.

picked up some indian food for dinner. just pakoras and potato-stuffed bread. cheap and not too fancy. had half before my library shift and half after.

took a bunch of books out of the library for my third and final modern architecture paper. this one's a little more interesting than the previous two. we'll see how i feel when i start writing it though.