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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.

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2003.10.11 8:54 p.m.

oh internet. it seems like awhile. but really only some hours. i'm sure it's been three days, but according to real time, i've only been out of saskatoon for 12 hours or so.

i'm at chala's basement apartment in downtown toronto. oh ho. her place is so nice. so white and neutrals and comfortable. wood floors and ikea furniture.

my flight was fine. and the shuttle was fine, though long. both were tiring. there was a kitten on my flight that wouldn't stop crying. it went on and on and on. bloody. poor kitten..but still.

i didn't bother getting lost in the airport, i just asked for directions off the bat.

chala's been really sweet to me. we hung out all day. we went to chinatown and kensington and queen. we walked so much. she's so close to everything. it's fantastic. i ate a huge noodle/spring roll/veggie dish and bought a sweet watch with alice in wonderland numbers. we shopped so so so much without buying anything really. and there were things to buy. holy lick. i've mostly just been looking for presents though, it feels justified that way. megan, i bought you something really, uh, sweet.

kensington market is so intense. i can't really think about it anymore right now...it's bright and so full and i wish so much that everyone i love was here too because it's better than a fringe and we could all dance around in the streets. cars can't get through because people are everywhere and there are vegetables and flowers everywhere. there's a street full of vintage clothing stores with crinolin skirts that hang from the trees and baskets of $2 items.

though, you know, i really haven't seen cute boys. seriously, and i've been looking. there's been no one i wanted to follow or approach or anything. so far winnipeg is winning for cute boys. weird.

we saw this tv show being filmed a little as they were closing up. and we walked by and we talked to one of the security guys. i told him that i wanted to be in it. it was funny. it's called wonderland, i think it's a new cbc show, though i could be wrong. it was still neat.

i love the tall buildings. and the houses are gorgeous. the architecture (spell my ass) is amazing. i want to live in every place i see, with huge turets and bay windows and brick and ornate detailings...

i had almost no sleep last night.at all. so i'm going to try and recouperate tomorrow. we're having a veg thanksgiving dinner and going to kensington some more i think... it's good. i miss my mum though, especially since i was mean this morning..and i miss my aunt who i don't get to see and i miss my gorgeous friends who would love it here too. i took a picture of a supertruck on queen st..and it made me sad...email me please: [email protected]. i don't know how i'll ever be away from home forever.

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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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