Dead By Dawn

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You know, full time was awesome. I was stoked when I got it, figured we would save what we can for a couple months and get our own place by july. Sami is stressed because she is being told this fall they will cut her hours, I wasn’t worried because I was supposed to move up to leadership. Supposed to, today I found out i wouldnt be. Now this wouldn’t be a problem, but the other day Sami’s dad said something that made her feel unwelcomed, now whether or not he meant for this to happen, it did. Once that feeling is there, it won’t go away even with reassurance from him. What made it worse for her, and really upset me, was the fact that her step mom started searching for apartment deals after we got home from looking at some. Now I feel unwelcomed.

It sucks, especially when we moved in we were told that as long as we are in school or working that there would be no rush to move out, and now all of a sudden we feel like we aren’t welcomed anymore and being rushed out. Neither of us wanted to go to school, but we went so we could live up here…and no we are in debt and close to being forced to move out.

I don’t even want to live here anymore, I like the scenery up here, but this isn’t where I wsnt to stay. I honestly wish we could move to colorado. I’m going to buy some books and study my ass off to get my CCNA this summer. I don’t want to be stuck here for a year with an apartment lease. I have to get back to work now

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when i start to think about how fucked the economy is, and how much walmart sucks dick at paying their employees compared to costco…i start getting really fucking upset and just wanna give up….c’mon walmart get your shit together…costco owns the market, their average employee makes 10k profit while yours only makes 7,300…so how is it they own the market with 38% fewer employees…oh my fuck…i wish i could just move to Colorado and start working for costco

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fckyeahundergroundhiphop: Bruce Lee had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty-two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a half minutes per mile]. So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go five.” I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a helluva lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.” He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gears and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.” I said “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.” So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go any more and so I say to him, “Bruce if I run any more,” –and we’re still running-”if I run any more I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.” He said, “Then die.” It made me so mad that I went the full five miles. Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. I said, you know, “Why did you say that?” He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.” The man

fckyeahundergroundhiphop:

Bruce Lee had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty-two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a half minutes per mile]. So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go five.” I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a helluva lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.” He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gears and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.” I said “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.” So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go any more and so I say to him, “Bruce if I run any more,” –and we’re still running-”if I run any more I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.” He said, “Then die.” It made me so mad that I went the full five miles. Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. I said, you know, “Why did you say that?” He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”

The man

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