While mysophomore year at NYU has come to a conclusion and i have 2 months of glorious summer ahead, I can't help but be a little depressed. When I came to NYU i was an 18 year old kid chock full of interesting hobbies and great ambitions. I loved art, played the piano, was an avid reader and had written five screenplays. Two years later, i have read two books, stopped playing the piano and haven't written a single screenplay. It seems all i do know is smoke weed, get drunk, and try to fuk sluts. While it's cool to talk about how many girls you bang, is this all i want in my life? Im not some high school kid anymore, eventually i'm going to have to find a career and grow up. I don't know why it took so long for me to come to this conclusion but now that i have, i can honestly say this is the most down i've been in a while. If any of you have any tips, comments, or anything you want to share or think would help, please do.

- Zim