I am so goddamned tired of acne. It's not an enormous part of my life anymore, but it's still there, and it annoys the piss out of me. Acne hurts, looks unattractive, and takes away from my own perception of myself. It's not like I can control it, either. I take complete showers in the morning and night and have a better diet than most people can brag about it, but still the acne keeps coming and coming. It used to be my face, now it's descended onto my poor back. I guess it's really not that visible, but I still feel nervous about going to the beach or going swimming because I am way too overly self-aware and it seems like everyone else has gotten over the curse.

Whatever. It's just an annoyance. I just wish I knew when I could count on it going away.

So I got a 1440 on my SAT. That's an incredible understatement. My all-time goal in terms of the SAT's was a 1400, but I never really thought I would get there. I guess I'm really just as bad as all the other Troy students, at least when it comes to this. I was happy all day when I rightfully shouldnt have been, just because I woke up and saw that score this morning. Think of it, a set of numbers controlling my mood so much.