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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2002.09.12 10:32 p.m.
i got to go to work today. fun. this meant leaving my house. at 6. ick. it was fine though, as work goes. i dipped a couple hundred ice cream bars. and then bagged them. and helped lotsa custies.
actually sam only has me booked for the next two mondays, so it is like 'getting to go to work'. i need more work. i need money, if i'm going to do anything. at all. ever. ai.
i really like dave. he got his hair cut so he looks even more like ricky (mscl). i hate sam more and more every day. he's just so un-general manager like, and irratating. and stuart! ackk. when i quit i'm going to site him as the reason. even though i only see him for about 10 minutes every week. he's just that annoying.
i went to the library early this evening. it was good. i got sick movies out. yum. i watched two of them tonight. i'm just that bored.
i saw christopher and colin (of paul daniel fame) at the library. colin was looking up animals (something specific, i'm not sure what) and christopher was looking up beads. he's so shy. it's great. i actually find him really cute in a god-loving kind of a way. ai.
i talked to alisin tonight, and it was strained and strained. quite. i'm not sure why. i was just not in the mood for talking, but i talked to her for an hour and a half. yike. also her declaration of 'you're the little girl in the forest, that's perfect!' about 'the love talker' sort of set the mood. perfect as in i'm not good enough to play the main girl? perfect as in i'm glad i got a real part and you didn't?
holy bitter, but really, it just made me want to cry. and vomit.
this is why i'm not cut-out to be an actor. someone find a new vocation for me. the nunnery!
it seems like every time i leave the house i end up talking to cute boys. this is probably because i don't really leave the house very much these days.
i'm getting really upset about how no one wants to give me a job. i'm starting to feel crazy....in an odd inadequit way. especially since this play thing.
oi.
oi. oi-vey.
previously - and then
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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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