This month is
Birthdaaay.
Vegas.
Nashville.
Vegas again.
Half marathon.

Whoa.

whiteboysinsalmonshorts:

Pondering lunch options at UCLA

did you spend that much time thinking about what you were gonna wear today, young man?

did you

Hahahahaaha oh boy this blog

factoidlabs:

I am standing chest-deep in a dank, muddy concrete-lined hole in Silver Lake, staring eye-level into a duffel bag full of high-grade drugs.

It smells strongly of marijuana - despite the fact that someone sealed it tightly into jars, Ziplocs and professionally vacuum-sealed pouches before…

It smells strongly of marijuana - despite the fact that someone sealed it tightly into jars, Ziplocs and professionally vacuum-sealed pouches before THEY HID IT IN MY BACK YARD. 

I am starting to panic. 

I already did the full Tex-Avery-wolf AOOOOGAH! upon discovering the mammoth sackful of dope - estimated to be worth somewhere north of $175,000. My jaw already dropped. My eyes already bugged out. Now my heart is thumping my gullet. Breathing is getting iffy. 

I try to speak. I think my exact words to the solar-panel technician standing equally open-mouthed next to me are something to the effect of “Holy. Fucking. SHIT!” 

Now, the thought is crossing my mind - just for a second - “Wow, this could totally cure the cash pinch of launching my startup (the worldwide mobile photo game SNAPCIOUS) next month.” 

The next thought to torch my overloaded brain is, Oh. My. God. Someone’s coming back for this. 

I forgot I liked this awhile ago. Crazy fucking shit, click and read the whole story

Boston Magazine’s incredible cover made of shoes worn in the marathon

(Source: beganin96)

This seems to be the week of returning to post-surgery food places. A lot of reminders. But I kinda really like it. Plus, mmm pickles! 

Barely a few days out, I remember coming to Joan’s on Third and feeling like I was going to faint in line. The cashier swiping my card, looking at me with concern on his face as he asked “Are you okay?” and my immediately needing to sit down. Getting to buy my roomie lunch for the (impending) weeks of looking after me. Being French and laughing while eating nom croque monsieur sandwiches and going home to sleep after, thank goodness. Going with Alex to Doughboys, hospital wristband still on and the worn feeling had yet to go away. Talking to the waiter about surgery, who made me feel far better; stealing some of Alex’s mac&cheese (best thing ever); lots of soul food and soul time with one of my favorite people. Maybe a few weeks later, I slammed my shoulder into the restroom door at Father’s Office. Ringing pain. But also Kylez and Alexia and Ryan, plenty of delicious beer, and trying those burgers again. Way too much laughter with the best people (and too much arugula, damnit). There are a lot of surgery things, and these are just a few.

Let’s just stay here forever.

Three days of so much sun, hilarious quotes, seeing the Postal Service (life. made.) and too many fantastic artists to count, and the best people in my life. Coachella round two. Love.

datebynumbers:

safercampus:

The front of the UNC Tarheel Student Newspaper #SAAM

Yes!  Amazing job, DTH!  (And thank you sticky for sending this to me.)

Wowowow. 

My roomie came running with me yesterday! Running (albeit it was pretty short), baby sprints, weights, core, physical therapy. And FOAM ROLLING. In six years of track and three years of cross country I probably foam rolled twice total, I’ll admit. And now I’ve learned it is hands down the best and most painful thing ever.

Plus, we paced relatively okay/well. Yesssss. G, you are the best.

(In case you weren’t sure, this might have turned into a running blog.)

Guyz. My roomie saw this on my computer screen and her face was just priceless. She is so concerned for my life. As am I. 

SOMEONE TELL ME HOW TO GET RID OF SHOULDER CRAMPS. Or at least tell me about your post-op running experiences.

filed under: #fortherecord #iwasinmuchbettershapebefore #postopisabitch #justalittle

I am scared. But as per this post, I am committing. I am mostly scared because my friend who I’m doing it with actually runs and I only have 9 weeks to train now. But this is happening, and fear’s a good motivator, right? (RIGHT?) I need to remind myself that I don’t need to necessarily run at his pace. And that this race is not for breaking a time (…ambitious), but getting ready so I can set a run-pace in the next one. This is for getting back on my feet (literally and figuratively, heh), this is for my own goals, this is in consideration toward my shoulder as a main priority and limiting the amount of pain. And also, I am really excited. So here goes. (Leah, I’m going to make you run with me, hi)

Debating whether or not to post my run times on here to stay accountable. Even if my times are terribly out of shape… hmm.

And hello to the last first day of school tomorrow. I can’t even think about all the sadness and major nostalgia. Time, stop it. Let’s stay at this beautiful amazing school forever. 

Nothing more motivational than pasta takeout boxes from Mama D’s hehe this makes me happy

filed under: #lastnightweatetwodinners #needtostartrunning #gooooclippers

GUYS. It is finally not during finals week. Let’s go 

(Source: fuckyeahlennyt)

headmasterbrunsman:

lizavery:

i would so do that too if I had a flaming tail.

no kidding.

While watching way too much of “The O.C.”, K and A established brackets for the guys in our lives. Who would be top-seeded, who would be a “play-in”, and who the underdogs are hahah. Now let’s find some more teams…

#marchmadness #butbetter #ncaarules