I'm so fed up with Ventura, California, America. I don't know if my discontent is a symptom of my restlessness or the other way around. Or maybe I'm just sick of money. There is way to much of it changing hands around here and I think half of it is going into the gas tank of my school presidents BMW. I'm sick of TV and commercials that tell me "its not more than you need its just more than you're used to." I'm soooo sick of photoshop. Hak, I'm sorry but I feel like spending spring break in a tent near a stream with a journal and some beef jerky. Don't worry though I won't follow through with it. I'm really scared of bears and the dark.

I actually learned how to use photoshop to put my pictures into a website. I'm so excited now I can put a link up to my photo site and anyone who still reads this can look at what I've been working on the last few years.

Spring break starts for me on Wednesday. I'll be free and ready to recieve any calls that may come my way! Call me.

Photoshop, oh photoshop,
Your tool bar is limitless,
Your options endless,
Your creativity boundless,
and your ability to suck the life out of me overpowering.

The giant gap in my writings is due to the trip to Uganda and the massive amounts of photoshop homework I've been doing. Although I can say I have a newfound respect for computer programmers. How'd you do it guys? I swear photoshop works miricles.