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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30 September 2001

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rome. the bus ride felt like i was going home. and in a way this is. i'll be here through may. but stef's not here. so it can't be home.

i'm glad that homestay is over though. leaving was a little sad. my family was very nice. and dealt really well with the whole vegan thing. i know i'm a terribly difficult guest. but all the same, it's nice not to have to worry about communicating in italian or getting up early enough to catch a bus and do something with my day.

rushed to the library to get at my email as soon as we got back. lots of crap to sort through. some very nice emails from friends. only sent two short messages back out because of course everyone else was waiting too.

so more email tomorrow. italian homework that pretty much slipped my mind for the whole of homestay. maybe a new pair of pants.