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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20 September 2002

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i think that this morning i was actually dreaming about the formative stages of dating someone else. a brown student maybe, who was going to call me the next day to set up a real date. it was a little sad when i woke up and realized that it hadn't actually happened.

back to work in the library. friday mornings in reference, and mondays in cataloguing. which is not a lot of hours, but is better than nothing. i had waited to commit to a schedule because i was waiting to hear about being a teacher's assistant in architecture. but heard nothing, either way which really bothers me that they couldn't have had the courtesy to call or email or drop me a note that said 'sorry, we don't want you', and most of the library shifts filled up. and since the cash flow from daniel isn't looking terribly promising i might very well have to start looking for an off-campus weekends or evenings sort of job. which will probably kill me, time-wise, but i might not have any other options.

this afternoon in ibs i did my best to talk as much as possible during the discussion part of class (which was pretty much the whole thing). at the beginning of class lynette said that she would have to call on people if the discussion didn't sort of happen on its own, and in her experience risd students always have a lot to say when you meet them in the hall, but never have anything to say in class. i actually had plenty to say. (i tend to have less to say, or a harder time saying it in the sort of social situations that happen in the halls. but i'm working on it.) at the end of class it occurred to me that i probably really sounded like i knew what i was talking about, which was a good feeling.

we held the first, with more to come hopefully, burrito night at my new apartment. i did almost all the cooking. and quite a few people showed up. it was nice, except that i really think i ate too much and felt lousy afterwords. since ending up in the hospital in italy i don't think that i can eat the way that i used to. which is too bad, and is going to take a good deal of retraining myself to eat smaller meals. the possibility of trying a macrobiotic diet has also occurred to me.