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.

12 December 2000

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it was windy this morning. the sort of wind that you wish will build and build and keep blowing until it has cleansed the face of the earth. or at least that's what i was thinking. it was the kind of wind that i wanted to stay outside in even though it probably would have contributed to a terrible cold. luckily or unluckily i had to spend the day inside, working on my model.

it could have come out much nicer. or at least illustrated my concept better. but it's okay, i guess.

all our work was picked up at ten so that we would actually get some sleep before tomorrow's crit. but the crit is not actually until noon, so we have a few hours in the morning to tie up any loose ends.

at ten, in order to persuade us even further from not continuing to work, dan had some beer and wine in his office, and showed us some of his own work. after not eating much for the last few days, three beers was enough to do me in.

don't think garth and chris.k noticed when they got home though.