This I believe

The first time I ran from my house to the roundabout and back without stopping, I came home, and I threw up.

I was 14. I’d never even run a straight mile before, and the distance of that loop was 2.5.

The next day I was so sore that I couldn’t even walk, but 3 days later I went out again and this time I ran 3 miles.

3 days every week that summer, I pulled myself out of bed at 5:30 in the morning to run. And every week I would add another mile.

By the end I was running 10 miles a day.

See, if you’re going to run, RUN. Run until your body screams and it’s hard to breath, and then clench your teeth and go another mile.

The first day I played guitar, after learning TAB I sat in front of a computer for 7 hours figuring out how to play the Beetle’s original, “Here comes the Sun”. By the time I was done my fingers hurt so much that I couldn’t even text, but in the following months I started writing and playing must guitar on street corners.

See, if you’re going to play music, PLAY MUSIC. Pound into the piano so hard that the walls shake, and then go so quiet that you aren’t even sure if you’re still playing. Close your eyes, tune the world out, and play.

The first time I kissed, it was a make out. And it was nasty.

But this isn’t about 15 year olds trying to kiss and this isn’t about “working hard to accomplish your goals.” This is about personal investment. And passion.

There’s nothing I hate more than a public high school PE class. The coach says to run for 10 minutes, and everyone slow jobs. The coach says we’re playing dodge ball, and the game ends up being 1 part holding a ball and standing in a corner, 1 part chilling in the ‘out’ line, 4 parts wall hugging, and half a part actually throwing balls.

I want to see sprinting. I want to hear people cussing when they get out in dodgeball because even though it was just a ‘high school game’ that ‘doesn’t mean anything’ they cared. I want to actually sweat in PE class.

Everyone says you get out what you put in, and when we have such a limited amount of time anyways, why not put everything in? When you dance, take your elbows off your hips. When you play music in your car, turn it all the way up and sing along. It can take the same amount of time to go 3 miles slow of 5 miles fast, but down the line, the outputs are completely different. This I believe- when you run, go as fast and far as you can.

NOSE-stalga, smells of my life

Sophomore Year 

So much cologne and perfume you could taste it 

I'm not sure why we ate lunch in the PE hallway every day

My carrots smell like apples because ever since kindergarten my mom has sent me to school with a plastic baggy of veggies and half an apple.

The dusty roof of the Saturn that releases particles every time it is rubbed 

Chicken nuggets on car trips, the smell that never comes out of the seats, especially when there's a chicken nugget shoved between seats that everyone forgets about for 3 months 

And then I became a veterinarian

The 2nd time I kissed someone, and he smells like pizza. 

The 3rd time I kissed someone, and he smells like chlorine 

The 4th time I kissed someone, and he smells like my car. 

Very dusty.

My flute smells like copper, it was only $30 off of KSL 

My work pants smell like the ranch dressing from Pizza Pie Cafe 

New Orleans smells like cigarettes and salt 

I use sunflower perfume

Junior year 

Got a car that never had the new car smell 

It smells like all the trash that is pilling up in my back seat. Plastic and sugar. 

I love it 

I wear the same blazer to every debate tournament, it has no button, and it smells like Cheetos  

Literally all my pants smell like the pizza sauce from Pizza Pie Cafe 

The piccolo smells like oil 

The guitar smells like campfire 

The 7th boy I kiss smells like smoke

The 8th boy I kiss smells like dandruff 

And his jacket. And his hat. And I would sleep with his jacket next to me, and it smelled just like him.

Early morning classes. The smell of morning air makes me feel sick

But at 3 am, the world smells clean

 

Santa Monica pier smells like sweat 

I use Euphoria perfume 

Senior Year 

I manage at work now. My pants smell like flour 

The pianos in the practice room smell stale 

I haven't bought cloths from anywhere but a thrift shop in over 7 months 

The family crisis center smells like it was built in the 18th century 

Traffic Court smells like Marijuana

Kilby Court smells like Marijuana 

My friends smell like Marijuana 

The waffle fries of Jack and Jill's bowling lane smell good until you've ordered them 5 times in the past 2 weeks 

The 9th boy I kiss smells like mint. And it smells wrong. 

Oregon smells like sponges. 

I  use Baiser Vole perfume

Blaze. Tribute to 4:20

4:20- snap chat it

4:20 blaze it

4:20 Praise it

"April 20th today- guess what I'll be doing!"

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Make sure everyone knows you're a cool kid


I hope you can find your way back to your parent's house tonight when the only light you have is a spark from the end of your joint.

Fires blaze whether they are burning down a chapel, keeping women from freezing or warming a pot

and

Pot
Blazes
And who's to say what it's doing?

It gives both the 'cancer kid' and the 'druggie kid' relief after all



4:20 blaze it tweets the kid who has never touched MJ in his life

4:20 praise it shouts the preacher and he reads John 4:20

4:20

Blaze

It