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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9 February 2000

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slept in a little later this morning. we had a crit for our performance at eleven. and then filled out course/teacher evaluations, which of course i was appointed the task of returning to academic affairs. (just as i was with three of my four courses last semester.)

stopped home, and read email from nikki in reference to my journal, and was briefly worried that my life had recently been defined by other people. but quickly realized that it's merely the crossing of paths that is significant, and that always has been.

lunch. and then i spent the afternoon in the library reading the last nineteen issues of cerebus. i got all the issues that i had missed since i left texas in the mail today, and decided to start for the beginning of the book and read it straight through.

dinner. then what was probably the least attended mixed media meeting of the school year. susie was seeing rent, allen's in the cabaret and was rehearsing, a bunch of people have already left for break. we basically just hung out in the office for a long time. and then split up with the idea that we might get together later.

got a call from randi just shy of midnight (she and dana had gone to the cabaret dress rehearsal), and she said people were just hanging out at goose's. so we went over there. and it basically ended up being lots of conversation about their freshman year, and i didn't know any of the people that they were talking about. but i hung out until about 230 before heading home.