no sleep.

so where do i begin.

wednesday: drake concert in br. running around all day. nice concert. that was the relaxed day.

thursday and friday: same routine both days. woke up at 9 on thursday, fell back asleep, went to school, study for 4-5 hours, took an exam, went home, slept for like 2 hours, back to school, study until 3-4 in the morning, sleep for 1-2 hours, back to school, exam, and etc. until noon on saturday...

saturday: so after my exam, i took about 2 hours to just enjoy... nothing. after i finished enjoying the nothing going on, i got my ass along to new orleans to meet up with cypher and lu and jonas (jonas doesn't get a link, he don't fuck with links), over at re:fresh.

drizzy drake stopped by before his show at tulane and copped some stuff. i've said it before, i'll say it again, dude is realllll cool and even more so humble. i guess good things really come to good people.

so after that, me and jonas ran over to juan's flying burttio uptown (shit was real good) then to howlin' wolf to catch cyph and lu's show. they killed it, i still don't know why they openin' shows with the rest of these talent show acts, but trust, my dudes will be on an award tour soon enough!

finally, we ended up at the house of blues for the grad party/drake after party. of course, we were in there through the side door and it was a good time, definitely way too many people, but it was cool... until weezy arrived.

now i know everybody dreams of being famous and shit... but if that's what fame gets you, then fuck that. there's no way anyone could enjoy having to walk around 60 people deep, 3+ 300 pound bodyguards, and then having more camera flashes than john dillinger in your face. nah, that shit isn't and wasn't for me... so we bounced not long after.

anyways, i wish i had some pictures... but i don't. i don't carry a camera like that, and i'm not one to bust out my phone and make a situation awkward. rumor is, i heard drake puts on his pants one leg at a time, too.