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.

6 February 2003

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got up early to finish shooting. (garth, who had fallen asleep on the hammock in the living room last night, was gone.) shot one more roll (double exposed) and made my way to campus to drop my film off.

spent a couple of hours sitting in the library fixing the last(?) side-effects of the ssl upgrade.

got a mediocre burrito on thayer.

then a few hours of unproductive tv watching. my house. her house.

a game of scrabble.

and ended up at the wild colonial playing cards. and i really didn't want to be drinking, but if she's going to drink i sort of feel like i have to keep up. and we didn't have too much, but the smoke got to my sinuses.

oh, and between the 'my house' and the 'her house' above, she picked me up and i gave her the flowers that i had bought for her this afternoon. she had just told me about her terrible day at work and the flowers totally cheered her up. it was so cute.