Larry Grace

So life just went to hell in a handbasket practically within seconds. On Thursday I went up to BU with my sister and mosyed around. It was nice. Then I went to H&M. And you know how when you're at a store and you're in a dressing room trying something on and you want it to look good so badly that you kind of just convince yourself you look beautiful in it and then you get home and you put it on and you're like what the fuck is this nonsense. That is what happened to me. I got this tomfoolery (that is like a noun not an adjective but whatever) sailor dress and I was like "ohh this is charming" FALSE. It was super uncharming. Then my other sister dragged me to the "Boston premiere" of some weirdo Rob Pattinson movie called "How to Be". It sucked. And it wasn't even a premiere. The director and like two of the actors were there but not ROB. The only person anyone would want to see. Then there was some like stupid Q&A and some imbecile was like "OH I spent the summer in London last year this movie made so homesick!"( the movie is a British film) OKAY SHUT UP YOU TWAT JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE IN LONDON FOR TWO MONTHS DOES NOT MAKE IT YOUR HOME STOP MAKING AMERICANS LOOK FOOLISH. Gahh. And thennnnn the next morning my parents scoop me up to whisk me off to a tour at Northeastern (WHERE RACHEL KIRSTEN AND I GOT BOXES OF FREE HUMUS <3 I LOVE NORTHEASTERN THAT IS MOST DEFINITELY WHERE I'M GOING THEIR GYM IS RIGHT ON TOP OF AN AU BON PAIN <3333) but anyway, my parents picked me up and my mother was like "I'm flying down to Baltimore tomorrow at 8 AM and driving to Texas with your uncle because my dad is really sick"and I said "EXXXXCUSE ME" and then I was like "well when will you be back?" "Oh it could be a few days or a few weeks" WHATTT. I mean my mom and I aren't biffs but GOD FRIGGEN HELP ME IF I'M STUCK WITH MY DAD FOR MORE THAN TWO DAYS. I'm going to go nuts. I already am going nuts. I was all ready to go hit the town with some lovely ladies and then my father was like "no you can do something tomorrow" I DONT WANT TO DO SOMETHING TOMORROW FOOL I WANT TO DO SOMETHING TODAY. So now I am sitting in my room in my underpants as a protest. I don't know exactly what kind of protest that is but whatever. Hate life. Going to work on SATs. God hates me. Why using sentence frags?

<3 MG

p.s. the image at the top is a dramatic representation of my life.