I was dreaming when I wrote this, so excuse me if I go to fast.
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.
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.
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.
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.
But that shit found me in the middle of the afternoon.