Well, Michigan State lost the basketball game. We lost by only 2 points, and we came very close to making a comeback and winning, but we surely did not deserve to win.
Morgan had a back and forth season, Lucas was out for the rest of the season with a torn Achilles tendon, and Luscious had been limping every other game.
We made it to the Final Four, as we deserved to. With the way we performed in this last game, there was no way we deserved to continue on.
ANYWAY.
Easter Sunday.
Normally I love this day. Family time, food, candy. But today I may just scream my heart out at my grandma.
Who does she think she is, cutting me down constantly? This is just what she does. I don't live the way she does, so apparently I'm trash. A family friend got pregnant out of wedlock, she's a whore. I don't have a job so I'm a failure. My dad has a bit of a belly lately, she mentions it in front of everyone. My best friend is finished with her Associate's and has a regular steady job. Apparently that means she's queen (oh, and she's super skinny and that seems to be mighty important to grandma).
I apologize that today's blog is bitchy and whiny, but I can't fucking stand the way she condescendingly puts pressure and harsh judgment on everyone around her.
Fuck today. I'm going to go listen to Jason Mraz.
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