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.