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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.

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2004.01.22 7:27 p.m.

i think priscilla's off the rocker. or wagon. i wish she'd stop shaking her bum sooo much.

i am such an ultimate blah mood. it's intense. not as bad as it was at the grocery store..but still. i feel like not making any faces, not talking, moving, dancing, communicating in any way. etc. and it isn't even really negative. i am a little irritable i guess.

and tired. and thursdays are weird because i have no commitments. but it feels like i should. and i haven't done my homework at all yet, and that's pretty bad..quite bad.

ugh. surprisingly though, i don't feel like it.

i'm going out with chala tonight. it will hopefully shake me out of this. oh i just laughed breifly, that must be a good sign. or something.

we're going to go see a cute boy's band and then to bullfrog. if bullfrog doesn't shake me out, i don't know what could. apparantly they are quite good. i hope so. i can't deal with irritating right now.

i went grocery shopping with priscilla today. we see each other so much. none the less, the wind was terrible on the way there, we almost fell over. i hate it when it's painful out. for the first time this winter i really crave summer. short skirts and barefeet and warmth. i'm constantly cold.

i had a dream last night that mattdean was dying. it was terrible. and i was hugging him, and he was hugging me back. and we knew that he was going to die really soon. i tried to call him this evening, but they said he was at work, i hope he's good.

i miss people so much. in the oddest of ways sometimes. makes sense. i expected it..but it's still hard.

i'll be glad to go to school tomorrow, it changes my moods for sure. and then it's the weekend, with lots of sleeping, and maybe some party.

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was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15

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