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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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2003.05.27 11:59 p.m.

i always make the mistake of writing emails before diary entries, so i'm all written out before i even get here.

work wasn't as bad as i'd been dreading. it's pretty fun sometimes. not usually, but sometimes. and holy lick, i don't have to work tomorrow. i should have a celebration party.

jamie came by at 3ish and stuck around until i was done at 4 so that we could hang out. also, avoiding walking home. which is just too much effort, and he's as lazy as me. we couldn't think of anything to do really, so we ended up going to my house and just sitting around and doing nothing. it was pretty fun. good old doing nothing. i made him look at pictures and stuff and we talked. i think he might come to ness creek though, which would be awesome, as last year's partner is a little, ah, defunct. that's a funny word. and if mags and nicole and so on come too, it could equal a giant party time. i wish ellen and ali were going to come again too, but you know...got to get some travelling in before harvard. ai.

i've still been wishing that certain things were easier to talk about it this society, and that we were all a little more open. i mean, we talk about everything but what we really want...mostly. i wish we weren't all so fragile. i think i'm going to start making more and more allusions to things so that it makes people more and more angry that i just won't get straight to the point, also, i'm going to start wording things so that it gives the wrong impression. even better.

i often want to make out with someone for the sake of making out with them. other reasons as well, like to see how it would work, if it's fun, to see people in a different way, to see where things can go, if its' weird later, etcetera. there are people that i genuinely am attracted to, but wouldn't want to.....date..that i'd really like to make out with. for the experience, and maybe to get over it...or into it. too bad making out with everyone is taboo. and that not everyone wants to make out with me. well, if you feel like it, we should. quite.

oh, man, family, you should stop reading this. yes, mum, you.

i miss the box and lemon pudding. i'm wanting it to be friday and me to be drunk. i mean, i'm not getting drunk mum.

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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