I'm another day late and one year older.

So I just finished all my finals. Most people would say I should be stoked. But I'm not. Sure I'm glad its over, but this semester handed me my ass on a silver platter. I am almost positive I just failed the easiest math class Hofstra has to offer, which I have to say I don't want to take over. My GPA Dropped from 3.5 to 3.2 and only one of my classes has been factored in. I guess I really just have to pray for a good grade in psych and a decent grade in history. I know I got an A in writing which is awesome, but the fact that out of 6 classes that was the only good grade I'm getting is really bumming me out.

How appropriate that its raining today.

I dropped my car off to get serviced a little while ago and I walked home in the rain. It felt so right to sulk as I walked home soaking wet. I guess I'll be taking some winter and summer courses next year to make up for this nonsense.

I'm thinking about dropping the whole music aspect of college. Sure I love it, but in the end, I am a Pop Punk musician and no matter how much I can fool my parents and friends, there is no way I will ever be a music teacher with that mentality, unless I teach Pop Performance at the New School.

I am thinking about taking up acting. I have been told that I am pretty good at it. So what the hell. If Keanu Reeves can do it, I can. Plus, Christopher Walken graduated from Hofstra, that has to say something good about the drama department there. I guess I'll see what next semester does for me. I'm taking 3 music classes out of 5 classes in total. Maybe I'll change my mind again.

I have to say that even though I am not obligated to write in this blog anymore, I'm happy I am.

I feel a lot better having spewed all my feelings out onto this. My attitude now (from my attitude when I started writing this blog) is if I fail, I fail. No ones dead right? Life carries on.

As cliche as this sounds, I guess this is my failure by design.