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.
2005.02.08 11:10 a.m.
touro kierkegaard's face is feeling better, in case you were worried. and it hasn't slowed him down from wrecking my whole house. not at all. i bought him this canned cat food (which is extra weird considering i won't let people bring meat into my house..) and now he yells for it and i laugh. i bought it specifially so that he'd yell for it.
i think i might hate michael, my teacher, he's been irritating me. i'm so easily irritated. but he's passive-aggressive. in an intense way. and it's driving me insane. i hate it when people won't just get to the point and when they manipulate you into doing what they want.
lately i find it near-impossible to pretend to like anyone. but to an extreme.
it's one of the most frustrating things to plan rehearsal with a scene partner and have them not show up. repeatedly. and not make any effort to rehearse at any other time. and decide that the objective he's going to play is "getting drunk". good work team.
same guy while playing charades always acts out the movie as opposed to the word. this leads to mass confusion.
i forgot to tape zed last night and there were many good people on. zed might be worthwhile watching more often. i'm now searching the sights and watching clips of bands i like. fun. watching these b.s.s. videos is not making me want a band any less.
i stole a cbc pin from priscilla and i am now willrobbins.
who knew it was that easy?
priscilla and i can't be in a real band together. if we did we'd get an accordian and call ourselves the accordian.
i wish that all the musicians that i know weren't such good musicians. then maybe i could talk them into playing with me. and not be horribly intimidated about talking music with them.
we went out for park's birthday last night. priscilla, park, jenn, cameron, mattmanna, and.....katherine? (i don't remember if that's her name.) it was alright. fine. i was in a weird apathetic mood. priscilla got drunk. everyone seemed bored. good times. i like sneaky dees' nachos because they have a lot of lettuce on them.
i'm possessive. i think if i ever got into a relationship where i really liked the boy i'd be horribly jealous and mean.
good to know.
i think i might be able to round up more people than originally thought to go to sabotage..er.. pajama men. that'll be hot. especially since i've never seen these guys at all. and alisin sure seems to like one of them at least.
but i don't know if i'll have anyone to come to the free waking eyes show tomorrow. that's lame.
i think i might start wearing
fishnets every day.
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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