On Sunday I Heard Your Voice for the First Time Since December.

Last night I was cleaning out some of my desk drawers and I found an envelope full of all the mail I had gotten in my Junior year / notes and and such that people had given me. I got hit with such a nauseous feeling of nostalgia - I thought I would be able to sleep for hours. 

Oh Yeah, That Crazy Sorority Girl.. She Went to My High School, I Remember Her. Sweet.

This Senior Assassin Shit

okay so I am afraid to go to the library - sorry end of semester work, you are not going to be as well written as I had hoped.

I am afraid to walk on the path, so I am only riding my bike now between classes.

HOWEVER, I DID KILL MY FIRST TARGET! You can applaud for me at this moment. I was so paranoid for that 10 minute period, but she was totaly not expecting to be assassinated - BOOM! But my next target is going to be tough - and I mean some next level shit.

I’m not trying to get got, so if I look paranoid and moving quickly - its not personal, its strictly business. Dat Assassin businezz.

Not to Brag or Anything…

but I straight up murdered that SMP presentation shit.

Also, I threw on my money chain at the end and made multiple Jay Z references in my presentation.

Holla.

I present my SMP tomorrow - yeah I still feel as uncool and unknowledgeable as I was when I was a first-year. But there is no going back now.

I didn’t wake up on the wrong side of the bed:

But that shit found me in the middle of the afternoon.