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Today I was reminded how it really is the small things in life that make it so goddamn good...
+ It's all about acing your mid-terms
+ It's all about a 75 minute commute at eight in the morning- just so I can give my boyfriend a kiss before I go to school
+ It's all about letting go of everything you're suppose to care about- and eating twinkies and drinking beer with your mom- even though you know your fat, and hanging out with parents is 'soooo uncool'
+ It's all about playing 007 with Dru and kicking his ass
+ It's all about my fucking friends- who live so many hours away and are rarely spoken with anymore, but are still the most important people in my life
+ It's all about a 100 mile drive to see those friends
+ It's all about Mt.Hood and Timberline Rim, 'cause I miss it so much I'm crying over it right now
+ It's all about junior hall in sandy high school, where Alex and I would sit for hours in front of the huge window using the word 'ass' in as many ways as possible. (i.e. "deep fried ass")
+ It's all about best friends and elitist cliques (Ride or be ridden- Pink Panthers for liiife!!)
+ It's all about best friends with best nicknames ever (i.e. Cath-o-lick [like the religion?!], and Pilot [good thing he wasn't a proctologist], )
+ It's all about inside jokes
+ It's all about the adventure of a lifetime- headed for Cali on a quest for Billy Goat Armstrong
+ It's all about the Robinhood Festival
+ It's all about lying on the floor of Pilot's bedroom contemplating the meaning of life for hours, no, days..
+ It's all about swimming in the Sandy River
+ It's all about the jungle
+ It's all about the benjamins, baby
+ It's all about Skidmore Fountain
+ It's all about The Greenhouse
+ It's all about Waterfront Park
+ It's all about the gangsta's in Waterfront Park who think Pilot and I are bloods
+ It's all about PBR, motherfuckers
+ It's all about Camel Wides
+ It's all about Black Cloves
+ It's all about the boys who wear girl pants
+ It's all about completely giving in- because there is no way to predict the future, so just enjoy whats left of the present [while you can]
+ It's all about falling in love, after having been so fucked over you didn't think you'd ever learn to trust a new person ever again
+ It's all about the butterflies in my tummy
+ It's all about Tuesday nights at Paradiso, where you can literally taste the gossip in the air
+ It's all about shocking the fuck out of people
+ It's all about secret glances shared with the few that are thinking the exact same thing you are
+ It's all about fucking up, but being forgiven
+ It's all about forgiving
+ It's all about moving on
+ It's all about LIFE, and DEATH and everything that they both involve. love and intrigue and knowledge and growing and aspirations and everything and nothing all at once. just live it, ride it like no tomorrow. do with it what you can, for christs sake dont waste a minute. remember that nothing is gaurenteed, and death is always waiting for you right around the corner.. in barrel of a gun in that dark alleyway, on the gas pedal of the car driven by someone who doesnt see you, in the fat cells clogging your veins, and in the sick and twisted minds of everyone around you. live like its a dream, and don't spend too much time fretting about the past, when all there is for you to do is change the future.
Yeah, todays been a pretty shit day.. but all things considered, my life is pretty god damn good and there are so many people who have it so much worse off. Why complain when there are so many amazing things to be happy about?
A wise friend once told me the good in your life will always drown out the bad- if you let it.
Someone died today, his last words being he wishes he would have taken advantage of everything the world had to offer. He said not to be intimidated by girls that were prettier than me. He said not to be ashamed of a minimum waige job. He said never stop learning new things. He said get the hell out of here and travel to places bigger and better- but dont forget where home is. He said beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and not to let anyone else decide for you what is art and what is trash. He said not to ever be someones slogan, because you are poetry.
+ It's all about acing your mid-terms
+ It's all about a 75 minute commute at eight in the morning- just so I can give my boyfriend a kiss before I go to school
+ It's all about letting go of everything you're suppose to care about- and eating twinkies and drinking beer with your mom- even though you know your fat, and hanging out with parents is 'soooo uncool'
+ It's all about playing 007 with Dru and kicking his ass
+ It's all about my fucking friends- who live so many hours away and are rarely spoken with anymore, but are still the most important people in my life
+ It's all about a 100 mile drive to see those friends
+ It's all about Mt.Hood and Timberline Rim, 'cause I miss it so much I'm crying over it right now
+ It's all about junior hall in sandy high school, where Alex and I would sit for hours in front of the huge window using the word 'ass' in as many ways as possible. (i.e. "deep fried ass")
+ It's all about best friends and elitist cliques (Ride or be ridden- Pink Panthers for liiife!!)
+ It's all about best friends with best nicknames ever (i.e. Cath-o-lick [like the religion?!], and Pilot [good thing he wasn't a proctologist], )
+ It's all about inside jokes
+ It's all about the adventure of a lifetime- headed for Cali on a quest for Billy Goat Armstrong
+ It's all about the Robinhood Festival
+ It's all about lying on the floor of Pilot's bedroom contemplating the meaning of life for hours, no, days..
+ It's all about swimming in the Sandy River
+ It's all about the jungle
+ It's all about the benjamins, baby
+ It's all about Skidmore Fountain
+ It's all about The Greenhouse
+ It's all about Waterfront Park
+ It's all about the gangsta's in Waterfront Park who think Pilot and I are bloods
+ It's all about PBR, motherfuckers
+ It's all about Camel Wides
+ It's all about Black Cloves
+ It's all about the boys who wear girl pants
+ It's all about completely giving in- because there is no way to predict the future, so just enjoy whats left of the present [while you can]
+ It's all about falling in love, after having been so fucked over you didn't think you'd ever learn to trust a new person ever again
+ It's all about the butterflies in my tummy
+ It's all about Tuesday nights at Paradiso, where you can literally taste the gossip in the air
+ It's all about shocking the fuck out of people
+ It's all about secret glances shared with the few that are thinking the exact same thing you are
+ It's all about fucking up, but being forgiven
+ It's all about forgiving
+ It's all about moving on
+ It's all about LIFE, and DEATH and everything that they both involve. love and intrigue and knowledge and growing and aspirations and everything and nothing all at once. just live it, ride it like no tomorrow. do with it what you can, for christs sake dont waste a minute. remember that nothing is gaurenteed, and death is always waiting for you right around the corner.. in barrel of a gun in that dark alleyway, on the gas pedal of the car driven by someone who doesnt see you, in the fat cells clogging your veins, and in the sick and twisted minds of everyone around you. live like its a dream, and don't spend too much time fretting about the past, when all there is for you to do is change the future.
Yeah, todays been a pretty shit day.. but all things considered, my life is pretty god damn good and there are so many people who have it so much worse off. Why complain when there are so many amazing things to be happy about?
A wise friend once told me the good in your life will always drown out the bad- if you let it.
Someone died today, his last words being he wishes he would have taken advantage of everything the world had to offer. He said not to be intimidated by girls that were prettier than me. He said not to be ashamed of a minimum waige job. He said never stop learning new things. He said get the hell out of here and travel to places bigger and better- but dont forget where home is. He said beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and not to let anyone else decide for you what is art and what is trash. He said not to ever be someones slogan, because you are poetry.