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.

30 December 1999

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dreamt about next semester's studio. but not really, the facts were all wrong. i picked a desk near a wall, but i didn't have a window. and there was a corner cut out of my desk. i think that the only person i knew in my section was molly, and that was out of a third of the studio.

so it doesn't look like i'm gonna be in katmandu for this whole new years thing. er!n has invited me to go see dar williams and the nields with a bunch of her friends and assorted others. that would be kinda cool. but i read on george's website that he doesn't really have plans or anyone to hang out with, and he sounded a bit depressed about it. although he might be working, but if he's not, it might be nice to just hang out and have a really low key new year's. last i heard from bret he was planning on doing nyc. i don't think any of my other friends are anywhere near new england.

today was uneventful. bagels for breakfast and dinner. rice cakes and peanut butter for lunch. i don't think i left the house. watched some pre new year's coverage on cnn.

whatever the next twenty-four hours bring, it will probably be a long day.