RISD Studio
I'm sorry you guys always get your hopes up when you see that Laura's livejournal has a new post. She never updates. I think it's because she found out I read this, and no longer feels she can be candid. I don't think she was writing petty, nasty things about me, but just the same--no updates.
We're in the Graphic Design studio. I'm listening to Tonic--remember Tonic? Did they have a music video where they were all on skates or something? Or was that another generic rock band from the 90s? No one gives a shit.
Oh, and to clarify from my last post: I purposely misused "subpar." It was witty.
Laura's mom and her friend came up today and we all had lunch. Special friend status seems to entitle me to at least one free meal from parents a month. My parents, grandparents, and little brother are dusting off the covered wagon and bringing up the caravan this weekend to reciprocate.
When Laura met my grandfather (I know you really wanted to read what she had to say, not me, so I'll just write about her)...when she met my grandfather he asked where I knew her from. Legit question, no? She's from RISD, a bajillion years older than I. Why this particular for spring break? Laura says I told him "extracurricular social gathering." More accurate: Awkward Brown-Endorsed Lesbian Late Night Clubbing Half Drunk Meat Fest. It was so romantic.
Laura needs the computer. I really wanted to have some time to tell you about my hopes and dreams and aspirations...my fears and hidden talents. My inner beauty and untapped spirituality. But she really needs to scan some dumbass typography shite.
Transamerica was much better than the crappy movie whose name shall not be spoken. Hugo, I'm pining.
LIKE, TOTALLY <3 U 4EVA HUNIES,
Meg
We're in the Graphic Design studio. I'm listening to Tonic--remember Tonic? Did they have a music video where they were all on skates or something? Or was that another generic rock band from the 90s? No one gives a shit.
Oh, and to clarify from my last post: I purposely misused "subpar." It was witty.
Laura's mom and her friend came up today and we all had lunch. Special friend status seems to entitle me to at least one free meal from parents a month. My parents, grandparents, and little brother are dusting off the covered wagon and bringing up the caravan this weekend to reciprocate.
When Laura met my grandfather (I know you really wanted to read what she had to say, not me, so I'll just write about her)...when she met my grandfather he asked where I knew her from. Legit question, no? She's from RISD, a bajillion years older than I. Why this particular for spring break? Laura says I told him "extracurricular social gathering." More accurate: Awkward Brown-Endorsed Lesbian Late Night Clubbing Half Drunk Meat Fest. It was so romantic.
Laura needs the computer. I really wanted to have some time to tell you about my hopes and dreams and aspirations...my fears and hidden talents. My inner beauty and untapped spirituality. But she really needs to scan some dumbass typography shite.
Transamerica was much better than the crappy movie whose name shall not be spoken. Hugo, I'm pining.
LIKE, TOTALLY <3 U 4EVA HUNIES,
Meg