This month is
Birthdaaay.
Vegas.
Nashville.
Vegas again.
Half marathon.
Whoa.
Filed under: #recenteventsmaybefuckingupmyplans #goddamn
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
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.
Get a giant telephoto lens.
Start zoomed all the way out.
Step back a few feet and zoom in so the object is the same size.
Repeat.
Or it’s witchcraft and we need to set this photographer on fire.
(Source: finalellipsis)
hate to admit it, kind of excited for this
