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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2003.06.20 10:20 p.m.
so i'm in wal-mart. right beside mcdonalds'. (ugh.) and all the lights go out. horrifying. the came on in a few seconds, but for a second i thought 'this is it. this is where it ends. by mcdonalds' in the wal-mart in the mall. and all the children started shrieking and crying.
then after the lights were back on the fire alarm started going off. and no one did anything. we all just continued shopping or standing in lines. it was so odd. when i finally got out of there it was even louder of an alarm in the rest of the mall. and everyone was just the same except loud and some teenagers were yelling. it was painfull. i went out the other end of the mall and was getting into supertruck when i noticed there was a police car and a fire truck heading towards the other end. i wonder if there actually was a fire? odd. the whole evening was odd.
i did manage to spend $100 though. yike. two lime and mint lotions from body shop, and one vitamin e body wash from the body shop. all on 50% off.
and pale blue eyelit p.j. pants and a white embroidered long weird hippie shirt from smart set.
a grey zippered bunnyhug (or hoodie, for those of you un-saskatchewaners) and a brown embroidered shirt from bluenotes.
and a count basie cd ($4!) and many movies from wal-mart. (carbaret, the oposite of sex, breaking away, and hideous kinky (lucy! bea!)).
holy lick. i should stop spending money. but it's so fun. so so fun. and i'm in a slightly better mood. so it's okay, right?
i've become obsessed with the random entry feature on my diary (see below). i mean, it's really only good for me. it's like being shown a random memory. oh, i remember that. and so on.
i've decided i'm going to be a jazz musician. all i need is an instrument. or a sweet sexy husky jazzy voice. that'd be awesome. i need to listen to more jazz, unfortunately my mum doesn't like it. it's odd to dislike an entire genre of music. but she sure does.
i need to get off this machine.
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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