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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18 February 2000

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my dreams were divided into five major scenes. i only remembered two of them upon waking. i didn't bother to note anything about those two down, and now they are gone as well.

it snowed all day.

i almost felt like i should have been out playing in it. in retrospect, i feel like i should have been out playing in it. or, at least, that i should have truly felt as if i should have been out playing in it.

am i growing up? or am i just getting boring? or is it just a phase?

i'm hoping it's the third.