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.

22 February 2001

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first day of spring semester. thursday would usually be a studio day, but today was just the lottery for picking from the advanced studio offerings. my number fell somewhere towards the middle, 59 out of one hundred and something. which means that i could have had a worse pick, but i probably won't get my first choice, designing a space for the cirque du soleil. i was swayed by talk of the mythology and cosmology of the circus. but that probably doesn't much matter. i'd be okay with any of my first few choices though. won't find out until tuesday morning.

and then my first italian class. here's to hoping that i'm not too old to pick up a new language relatively easily.