disclaimer: this is the life and times of meredith r. mistletoe. i'm making a slight attempt to disguise my identity and hide things that i write about and pretend i don't feel things i do. but if you read this and i don't know you read it, then you read it at your own risk. and you should let me know you're reading it... especially because a lot of the time things need clarifying or aren't quite true anymore or etc etc etc.
note: potential employers: please do not judge me on my diaryland. that's lame.
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2002-02-03 2:45 a.m.
oh i'm in a strange state. i really haven't the ability to operate without adequate sleep. at all. i'm going to bed soon. right after this. i hope.
last night we had a hastily thrown together '24 hours', which is an event of sorts that my crew and i take part in occasionally, especially when someone has a vacated house for the weekend. we all get together and try and stay awake for 24 hours and just create. paint, crayon, fabric, music, poetry, fiction.......anything, just so long as it's creative to a degree. the best 24 hours was at my house this summer when we had the 'intense in tents festival'. it was pure kool-aid induced insanity by the end....with graeme (who doesn't know how to play the guitar) serenading us for 34 minutes with an on-going song about saskatchewan, whales, and something else that i can't quite recall. and it was terribly fun.
this time in terms of creativity it was a complete and utter failure. we took apart my huge floor-sized television from the seventies for hours. (man it was fantastic on the inside, red wire and multi-colored gadgets...ooo) but besides that none of us touched anything creative. unless you count making waffels at five am (with a mix).
in terms of repairing our hastily delapitating friendship though, it was fairly successful. we sat around and talked for hours...and mocked each other and basically just lived in the same space.
i slept for 3 or 4 hours and then got woken up to go to drama. we all piled into mattdean's car (and he really shouldn't have been driving) and went to the school. when we got out melissa brought up how it would be so strange if we all lived together. and man it would be, and man i'm glad we don't. not because i don't love them, but because i wouldn't love them in a few days.
drama was good though, and i finally started directing, as opposed to my usual routine of 'god dammit this is boring, you guys do a read through.' and it went well, my actors are pretty good and i'm learning to trust them.
if y'all are going to be around march 3 in saskatoon, come and see us, it will be tremendous excitement. or sort of entertaining and slightly boring. either way.
i'm going to go sleep since it's still sort of night, and then maybe my sleep schedule won't completely alter.
"come away o human child to the waters and the wild, with a faery hand in hand, for the world's more full of weeping, than you can understand..."
twenty four hours....
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all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15
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