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.
2005.03.07 12:26 p.m.
john sent quite a nice package. possibly the best carepackage i've recieved (in competition with the one from steph last year). the pictures from my going away party are amazing. just beautiful. and so characteristic of everyone. me and ellen are the cutest. carlan's a model, john's a hottie, will and i look like we're so self-satisfied (which is probably quite true). gorgeous.
he included so much stuff as well. playboy, madmagazine, white rabbits, i forget what all. but it's good shit i say.
and i'm glad it came now. i think having those pictures right after i left would have been very very hard. but i'm in a slightly different place now.
i'm wearing a mini-skirt and hot tights. and feeling weird about having sex appeal.
niki's still at my house. which is awesome. though i have been a little snappish (but who's surprised by that?).
she might go back to montreal for a bit. because she hates me.
she's become interested in my so-called life and has watched almost every episode. i like her observations on it. things i never would have thought of.
i made her so pretty white earings. now, at last, she is beautiful.
i had another booster juice. the stupid girl stupid made it stupid wrong. and i was sad. and i think she over-charged. me. bully.
it was still good.
reading week went by too quickly. i wish every week was reading week. why haven't i gotten a job yet?
did i mention about priscilla and i playing music with our friend david (he works at aunties and uncles)? he's so good. i want to go work with him again because he put music to my one song better than i thought possible (i have no faith). i learned how to play mine and p's one song on guitar (in drop d!), unfortunately i can't sing and play at the same time. win some, lose some.
i want to buy a four-track recorder. i think i could be kept amused for months with this.
music is fascinating me more and more.
i've sure jumped all over the arcade fire bandwagon. all over that shit. p burned the cd for me and niki and i thought it was fine at first, and then the more we listened to it, the more the love grew.
i wonder if it will continue to grow. or wither?
i went one a second date. mmm dating. that's a hillarious concept.
nick is pretty neat.
i am definitely not as cool, but he hasn't caught onto this yet. so, it's good.
i went to the coffeehouse at his school (ryerson, for theatre) and he played a couple of songs. i was laughing because i was so impressed with how good he was. so good. and i'm glad he played original stuff. covers are starting to drive me insane.
his set was definitely the best act. and everyone kept praising him. this led to me meeting a lot of people.
then we went to his house and watched the office. which i enjoyed. no surprise. i think nick and jamesreimer would be friends. oh jpr, i don't talk about him on here nearly enough anymore.
i stayed over and wouldn't let him go to sleep, because, really, what's sleep even good for? meeting people's roommates for the first time in the morning is awkward.
in the morning we listened to mitch hedburg's cd. so amusing. i'm now addicted to talking just like mitch hedburg. scottporch talks a lot like him.
then niki, nick, and i -merenick- went for brunch. i missed priscilla.
being back in school is stupid. i always forget how lame parts of it are. just a few more months. just a few more months.
oh, damn, i have to remember to pay
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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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