magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

stayed in bed this morning (woke up at initially at 530, didn't get out of bed until nine) in order to continue dreaming, but i've long since forgotten those dreams. head breakfast, but no lunch before i left for work. stopped for bagels on the way.

falling behind in my to do list. four or five days in the picture part. and even more so in the poetry. i've been reading a lot though. alan moore and eddie campbell's from hell, which i finished the other day. and still working on mason & dixon. getting there though. i've got another couple big books on my waiting list.

and so the new crop of transfer students are here. some came into the library today. i'm curious what we (and by we, i mean last summer's transfers) be next year? i kind of fell like once a transfer student, always a transfer student, but i try to think of how many of last year's juniors and seniors i knew to have been transfers. only one. chris.k came up with only one other. he didn't seem as perplexed by the whole prospect though.

and then of course, there's the all too real possibility of new crushes. and just when i was starting to feel okay with being crushless again.

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stood outside in the rain for a bit on my dinner break. looking out of the parking lot that is going to become the new risd center. (rafael moneo has been chosen as the architect, by the way.) it was all at once very urban and very solitary. it was nice.