I've been starting one draft after another, and there's nothing worthy to post about. This is not the AP test where I have to post whatever I write after two hours of reading essays and making bullshit up. I write because I feel like it, and like Eminem, as much as I need a new outlet, I really don't have anything.

Therefore, as much as I mention all my problems with people going out to Colorado, people going to un-hawt Jewish frat parties at Berkeley or people beating me to relationships, I can't really do anything about it except to swallow the damn pill of reality and live with it.

I really think that the source of frustration right now comes with the pressure of me keeping a getting a B in a math class, though I am taking two classes, which one really is a Pass/Fail, but I still have to pass the exit exam, kind of like an evolved CAHSEE of sorts. So really, this math class is an "A or else you're stagnant for the rest of your life". That, and the fact that it's such a long way to go makes it so much harder....

But I picked this route, and now I'm going to deal with it. New York, here I come.