this journal makesme feel not so bad about deleting my myspace, this thing is amaaazing yes i just wish i could go back sometimes. to being that like, oblivious. i feel like i havent given any updates, i am a different person than i was say, 2 entries ago. lets think. it was just spring break. i went to montreal with michelle, meredith, and maria. i am obsessed with cameras. and i like amrican apparel far too much, and i got into a really bad car accident over winter break, and i now have 20/200 vision in my right eye. tyler was driving. i have this new boyfellow who is zach. i don't know how i feel. like i just wrote a very complicated book and it could have been better. but not really a book, more like a sculpture that you start making, and you have no idea how it will turn out, and then you stop and look and think, oh my god it looks real. like someone really made that. i'm in love with life, don't get me wrong. i love being alive. and sometimes, i think and i want to explode because theres so much emotion in doing so why ponder life's complexity when the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat