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.

28 April 2001

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i dreamt that i was trapped with a few other people in some sort of maze-world made up of pipes that sometimes had water flowing through them so that you couldn't stay in one place very long. this all may have been inside some mythical person. eventually we found a way out, through a room filled with straw. and emerged in a run-down apartment where people were squatting. in the future i may have been married to one of the people there.

also some dreams that seemed as if they would yield promising ideas for my studio project. but it was all a jumble upon waking.

went and saw memento at the avon. the review i had read was luke-warm, but the concept intrigued me. and i enjoyed the movie quite a bit.

spent some time in studio trying to get my part of our ecs presentation on the mit chapel done. scribbled some, but eventually returned home.

molly and ying were having a joint birthday party tonight and i had sort of been planning on going but was feeling terribly anti-social this evening. thoughts about how i'd probably be better off without friends so that i could focus more on my work. about how i don't really make an effort anyway. about how i'm not such a great friend to begin with. (i'm not saying any of this is true, but it's what i was feeling.)

and so i didn't go. didn't even turn on the tv. just stayed home and read a book about the cultural revolution for my chinese history class.