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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2003.07.17 6:57 a.m.
dear diary,
i'm up and about and finally thinking about packing. i was quite quite ill last night and just went to bed instead of doing anything. the brown bikini is done (knock wood), thanks to my mother. go team.
i hate packing because i know i'll forget something. or everything. remember last year when i forgot my ticket? that was awesome. i'm buying my ticket at the door this year. if i have any money. otherwise i'll just camp outside the gates in supertruck.
i'm feeling quite ill and muderous. this could get to be a little too fun.
i have to narrow down what i'm bringing. i have a huge pile of clothes and someone should sort it. really. i need to get some dishes and cutlery. don't let me forget.
when i was little and we'd go camping, my mum would always read the sunhorse to me. i'm think i should bring it up with me. maybe i should make more of an effort to make this a relaxing camping trip than a party festival. quite.
see you in a few days.
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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