Yes indeed, I have yet another new layout. (I always feel so ridiculous announcing that, since as soon as I change the layout again, this entry will become obsolete.) I'm proud of myself for finally having a layout that doesn't involve nested tables or text in boxes, which I haven't had since my Microsoft-mocking layout, which I believe was my third ever. I like this one and I am pleased. Even though there's probably no good reason for me to have Moby at the top of every page in my diary. Except that I like Moby.

I've been reading and eating crackers and watching DVDs. I finished reading The Princess Bride today and started The Neverending Story (yes, I am experiencing a bit of childhood regression, and I'm fine with that), and I watched Chasing Amy, which just gets better, and the "featurette" on the Edward Scissorhands DVD, which was very short and commercial and somewhat disappointing. I played with the idea of taking screenshots of Johnny Depp and using them in my new layout, but I couldn't get anything with quite the right proportions.

I emailed back and forth a couple times today with Ben, who does film reviews at the radio station. I got him to agree to do one and Ronda to agree to do the other for this week, so I'm covered. I also emailed John-my-professor-John (that's a nomenclature I haven't used before) to ask him about summer job possibilities at U.Va., but who knows when I'll hear back from him. I'm surprised that I'm not more anxious about the summer, considering that I finished school four days ago and I still don't have any plans. I'll come up with something. Jobs are not hard to come by. Starting next month, my rent will be super-cheap, so I don't need much money anyway. I just want to do something cool... not pouring coffee all day, and nothing where I have to wear a uniform. I want to do something... that uses me. Something where it makes a difference who I am and what I can do well. (I still think the CTY people are dumb for not hiring me, but I am managing quite well not to be bitter about that.)

One neat thing, which I have rambled to Curtis about no end but haven't rambled about here, is that I've lost weight again. And I'm -- finally! and barely -- under the 150-pound mark. That's been my goal since 11th grade. For someone who's 5 foot 3 and weighs 150 pounds, I'm told I carry it well. Still, for me... I don't know. Until this year, I hadn't seen my body change noticeably since 9th grade, when I went on a ridiculously strict diet and lost 10 pounds in a month, only to gain it all back and more when I started eating like a real person again. It's interesting to realize that I'm not stuck with my body the way it is... that everyone makes choices about how to shape themselves. There's a lot more that's been telling me that lately, besides losing weight... I'm in the middle of the long, slow process of growing out my hair, which I'd kept exactly the same style since I cut it all off in April of 1999, before which it had been exactly the same style since eighth grade (long). I'm very gradually changing the way I dress, which is very interesting because a lot of it is just returning to the way I used to dress before I met Jeff and decided to deny my femininity as violently as possible. Cutting myself, and then not cutting myself anymore, was another part of the same realization. I changed my body... I put these bloody slashes on my ankle, and now, after maybe six weeks of no cutting, they're just little lines, some dark, some white, none noticeable to anyone who doesn't know what to look for. It's so cool to see myself as my palette, my place to indulge my aesthetic whims just as I do here, every time I redo my diary layout. Only maybe not so impulsively.

I tried to do Curtis a favor by eating some of the Safeway brand snack crackers (think Ritz) that he thinks are disgusting. Unfortunately, I think they're disgusting too. I got through one cracker -- barely -- and gave up. Back to the rejected-food cabinet with that cracker box. They can join the gloppy Suisse Mocha coffee mix, the regular flavor instant oatmeal, and the Pasta and Sauce mix with chicken broth in it. That reminds me that I need to continue the process of getting rid of stuff when I get back to Charlottesville. I have food that needs to go away, like the can of Spam Lite that Jeff's grandparents gave him when he graduated from high school, which somehow got passed on to me, the cans of off-brand Spaghetti-Os that Anne from the radio station gave me when she moved last year, and the dehydrated organic soup mixes that are just icky. (No matter how long you leave them sitting after you add the boiling water, they still taste grainy and flavorless.) Plus, I have still more clothes to donate to the Salvation Army, even though I took two bags' worth to the drop-off box in the student center last week. And I have books I don't want that I didn't manage to sell back to the bookstore. Ah, the pleasures of moving. It's a good thing we only have to move a few blocks, so we can make lots of trips; still, we can't really clean the house until it has way less stuff in it than it does now, and we won't get our deposit back if it isn't clean. Even though it wasn't anywhere close to clean when we moved in. Oh well. Let's hope the next landlord proves cooler.

My legs are starting to hurt from sitting on the floor, and Curtis will be home from work soon, so I'm going to go wash some dishes and then read some more of The Neverending Story. As always, if anyone has comments about the layout, be sure to email me... it will make me feel important.