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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2 January 2000

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back in providence. wasn't sure whether my classes started monday or wednesday, i was thinking wednesday, but figured i should be on the safe side. good thing. i've got class at nine tomorrow morning.

got email from nikki today. she's concerned about how sad and lonely my journal makes me sound. it's generally not as bad as it sounds. it's nice when someone says they care though. she also said something to the affect of not liking the way er!n treats me. i don't know if that's the message that i'm conveying. it's actually kinda funny, 'cause er!n's expressed the same sorts of concerns about my unhappiness or loneliness in almost exactly the same words that nikki did.

i started looking through archived emails so that i could give you a comparison, but realized that it's getting late and i have class tomorrow morning, so you'll have to take my word on it.

the scaled down dinner at the met wasn't worth a second look, so i got indian take out. i always seem to forget napkins though.

went to see american beauty tonight. i had heard good things, and it was playing at the avon. and i have to say that for a hollywood movie, i'm impressed. probably the best hollywood film i've seen in quite a while.

but now, it's time for bed.