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.

1 April 2001

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spent the morning finishing the book that i was supposed to have finished before break for my chinese history class. and of course i still have that paper to write about the book. that was supposed to happen today so that i could turn it in tomorrow. but to the best of my recollection my teacher said something about the wednesday after spring break, at the latest.

chris.k and i had another one of those heart-to-heart talks where he tells me how much of an asshole i am. it's a good thing though. i don't really enjoy doing things that make people upset. not that i can just change the things about my personality that the people around me don't like. but i think it's good to know about the things you do that can rub people the wrong way. (for instance, i know that i complain about my workload, or my lack of money, i've always been a bit of complainer, i'm not proud of it but for some reason it gravitates to the surface. i wasn't aware of how much it seems to upset chris.k.)

shopping seemed to involve a little bit of carefully trying to avoid stepping on any toes.

sarah.m came over for sushi for the first time tonight. actually, i guess it's the first time she's come over at all. she's been outside the building a few times, but had never come up. other than the sushi night regulars i guess i don't really have a lot of friends over.