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liberty in north korea
“Hard work beats talent, when talent fails to work hard.” -Kevin Durant
i was at this game. love my team, love my city. this season is ours.
ranzcafe / by: ranzcafe
presented with no comment.
i am so hyped for this season.
jaws--theme--swimming / by: jaws--theme--swimming
i woke early this morning to news that the NBA was back. initially, i dismissed it as another imagination- i’ve dreamed at least twice in the last months of waking to such news, celebrating, and going back to sleep; then when i truly awake i’m not quick to realize i dreamed it up, but when i do, disappointment arrives in quite a rush.
this time, it was real life.
and i can tell you i will never take a damned basketball game for granted ever again in my existence. the end.
Russell Westbrook has a new job working at The Hundreds warehouse.
The Hundreds happen to be one of my favorite brands and Russell Westbrook happens to be one of my favorite Shane Battier assassins in the NBA. So imagine my delight when I stumbled upon this picture of Russ on their blog with the caption, “ Russell Westbrook of the Oklahoma City Thunder has a lot of free time these days, so he’s helping out part-time in our warehouse.”
Now, I’m sure Westbrook isn’t pulling a Delonte West and getting a job moving boxes around. The Hundreds are from Los Angeles just like Russell (and myself) and they just happen to be a part of Cali’s urban culture. But if Russell is working there, maybe he can get Bobby to design some more NBA related streetwear.
seriously can we just get married already yes okay thanks
nbaoffseason / by: nbaoffseason
i just can’t handle how adorable they are all the time.
give me my nba back.
thundergifs / by: thundergifs
Nenê is a goose. (sent to me by my father in Hawaii and taken with instagram)
Today hasn’t been the greatest, but five pairs of Warby Parker frames for me to try finally arrived, two finals are over with, Jamie has in-flight wifi, Garrett is awesome and surprise-mailed me this book for my birthday, momma came over for a bit, and the Thunder won tonight- so I can’t really make a fuss about the bad.
We’re crashing cars we used to share
Twelve years later, it’s over. I never have to attend another day of public school merely because the law says so, never again am I to be submitted to being treated by anything less than I am. It’s over. High school is over. I never have to go back. I couldn’t feel more free- the rest of my life? It’s entirely in my hands, I can do whatever I so desire with it.
Yesterday, I somehow made it 9.33 miles around Lake Hefner on my feet in just over two hours. While this is not exactly speedy (I’m blaming part of my speed on the strong wind off the lake), I’m shocked I was actually able to make it around there that fast and that well after averaging four miles or so each run- that’s just under three miles short of a half-marathon.
As usual, I did quite a lot of thinking while running- two hours worth, anyway. For a good while I was imagining how nice it’d be to have a cute boyfriend to come home to after I finished (or even to run it with me like several people I saw), curl up on the couch and watch Garden State or Breakfast at Tiffany’s, something like that. I then realised that’s the last thing I wanted right now- I don’t want there to be a single question in my mind that I just might be doing this for anyone or anything other than myself.
With that in mind, I’m off to fight through being sore from yesterday and make a few laps around the neighbourhood, hopefully a bit faster this time.
I have a feeling this summer is going to be the one everyone always dreams of. I have a job I love, the best of best friends, cute new clothes, the LRA Disarmament and Northern Uganda Recovery Act is being signed into law today, best friend’s cute brand new Jeep, I’m getting in the best shape I’ve been in since 2004, and I’ve got complete control over my life.
Powered by Taco Bell, summer mornings and entirely too much Red Bull.
