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2003-07-04 - 1:29 a.m.

Wow, I'm in a semi-good mood. I think I just made a pretty good cheesecake...but I won't know until tomorrow night. I made it for a BBQ at a friend's house. I'm on the Atkins diet right now (lost about 11 pounds so far) and it's an Atkins-ized cheesecake. Hope it goes over well.

Also spent a bunch of time photoshopping some pictures I've taken over the last few years. Photoshop is amazing, it makes lighting and composition easy for even the biggest dork with a camera. I love the simplicty of my digital camera, but I find myself missing my 35 mm, and the fact that I was mostly a mediocre camera person, but everynow and then, I captured something great. Someday I'll have to take my photos over to Jenn and PJ's to scan them, so I have them digitally, too. My favorites are the one of my brother sleeping, that weird composite of Lauren, and the silvered SUNY Albany campus shot. Out of a year of photo class, 3 good photos - after seeing all the junk that came from first-year Hampshire students, I'm pretty impressed with my own track record. But damn, I'm still bitter about the fact that my camera and binder of negatives were stolen my senior year. I'd still use that fuckin' camera if I had it, you can bet your money.

Mix CD's played in my own car. Bliss.

Mr. Christopher Michael, who on earth is doing that Nine Inch Nails cover acoustically?? It's amazing, and scary at the same time.

Hey, I'm going to Tori in August. In Boston. I'm psyched. I haven't been to a show in ages. I saw Henry Rollins back in February, and he was amazing. I saw George Carlin last year, and he was less than stellar. And before that, it was....Nine Inch Nails and a perfect circle in 2001? I think so. Or maybe it was 2000? Don't remember. Matt and I went with Morgan and Sammy, and we ran into Mike and Shaylyn. Mike was horrible to me. Giving me that snide, snotty half-grin. The one that's immortalized in film somewhere, where me, little angel girl is fighting with big snide mob guy. He was hateful, and he didn't like Matt. I have no idea what that was all about. Thinking about Mike freaks me out sometimes. He inspired a great poem or two, and a redefinition of what a relationship might be. But he was always so angry. Amazing kisses, but likely to turn on you in a heartbeat.

Don't have a lot to say, but I'm in the mood to type. This is the first time I've felt like actually working on my home computer in ages. Part of it is that I need to be near the kitchen to hear the timer go off, and part of it is that the last few days I've wanted to put out words. Get them out of my head, off my tongue, off my fingers. I can only hope they go good places.


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