Interning at a law firm for a few weeks, until I leave for West Point's basic training at the end of June. I'm on the 69th floor of the Empire State Building, a statement that embodies the two halves of my personality. Prom tomorrow, LOL. My hideously wealthy classmates have organized quite the set of shenanigans before and after prom in NYC, and as they go to the Hamptons for prom weekend, I'll be seeing a bunch of awesome artists perform at Governor's Ball '16 with the homies. I hit the gym at 10PM last night, partly to vent a lot of newfound frustration, and found out that anger is a fantastic pre-workout drink. Like most pre-workout drinks, though, too much anger could leave you with a kidney stone or worse. I'm a doctor. My life, at the moment, is a bullet train in a Persian bazaar. I have no idea what the fuck is going on but it sure is stimulating.