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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2003.08.29 12:20 a.m.
i think my life would be funner if i had a best friend. just because then i'd always have someone to do things with. though this time of less friends is good for me. and i like it, i'm feeling....centered.
i vaugely wanted to go to see jeffmorton at the bassment tonight, but i'm glad i didn't, as i would just have been going for the sake of going, and being out and about, not because i genuinely wanted to be in that particular setting.
i really want to read the ghostworld comics. i'm hoping they'd be pretty good. i bet there's lots of good comics i've never read. a whole new medium to explore someday. that's so good feeling. i watched ghostworld again tonight. i just had it on while i was putting stuff on my walls. parts are amazing. and the way they portray the irritating/dumb/pretentious people is just great. just dead on. that art teacher and the 'mirror, father, mirror' video about how it showed what it's like to inhabit her 'specific skin'.
i finally got around to putting stuff up that i'd been meaning to for awhile. i had bought a book of pictures of toronto and a book of linda mccartney photos, and i cut them both up and put all of it all over. as well as a value village poster (i don't know where i'm going, but i'm on my way - with a girl sitting on a curb with a kitten on her should), and i rearranged some things. it felt good. i like being with myself and my thoughts.
i had so many dreams last night. and some of them felt so realistic. i had this dream that i was really, really in love. it felt exactly right. and i was being kind of a jerk to him (i don't know who he was) and he got angry and went to the airport. but it didn't matter that he was angry, because he loved me, and all i had to do was go there, and show him that i did love him too. that sounds simple and lame, but the emotions were so intense..perhaps at some point i really will get in a good relationship.
i'm extra extra excited to have another day off tomorrow. i should really
do this more often.
previously - and then
*oh random entry*
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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