The darkroom went well. I played my looud music and printed a picture of this hot guy that I used to work with. His name is Alex, and he's a bit young, but still cute. He went to boarding school on the East Coast about eight months ago and I haven't heard from him since. It's cool though, I have the pictures, and that's usually better than having the person. I also printed some pictures of Santa Barbara. They look good. The best picture though is another Exploratorium picture. It's of two coworkers, just standing with their backs to the camera. Long exposure, and no tripod, so their are motion trails. Looks a lot more like a painting than a picture. I like that.

I feel evil right now. I think I am a bad person. I'm listening to a Skrewdriver tape, and I'm liking it. It's aweful. I'm not racist, I hate fascists and Nazi's, but Ian Stewart, or whatever his name is, is an amazing songwriter and has a great voice. I know, it's lame I even listen to it, but I just don't listen to the white power songs. I'll only listen to the songs about hating communism and about getting off our asses and doing something. Because I am somewhat of a socialist, and I need to get off my ass, so if he talks about hating me I just laugh. I'm an asshole I geuss. I can't fucking listen to this. I'm putting The Cure on. Boys Don't Cry. I won't fucking cry, just do something. Tomorrow is always too late. I'm rambling. Whatever, this is mine, and this is me.