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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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2004.04.27 10:18 a.m.

oh good, it was only priscilla finding my diary. it's good though..to make me aware how easily shit is found.

i'm tired. really tired. i so didn't want to write a test this morning. but i did. very very poorly. in a funny way. i just wrote and wrote until it felt like enough and then got the hell out of there. well, i really can't see myself failing the class, so it's really fine.

i went to wal-mart after school yesterday. it's so irritating. but i did buy a nice pillow and some licorice. and i bought office space on video for like $5. even though i don't yet have a tv. fuck i want a tv. dammit. and a bike..but the perfect bike..you know.

then i went and hung out at the big chill with sarah, because she was bored and didn't have anything better to do. it was fun. we just sat around eating licorice and ice cream. then i went and got my camera and took some pictures of little italy and of the big chill and of sarah and everything.

there are boys that live right next door to the big chill that look at me. i think i might ask one of them if he wants to be involved in phase one of M.A.F.A. he'd probably say yes. i'm cute. they all sit out on their front porch and climb around a bit. they seem nice enough.

alllll boys seem nice enough.

i had to tell one of the roccos that i couldn't work on thursday. my second week and already i'm not available sometimes. well they're ridiculous and never make a proper schedule. so it serves them right. we're having a dinner party on thursday.

i talked to steve-dave on the phone for a bit yesterday. it was good. really good, i miss her. some people i really don't miss...but steve, she's so grumpy! and i talked to jeffmorton. ugh. yes, maybe i'll just leave it at that. nikill, don't say i talked about him on here. also, i try to phone you but you're not there. i'll try again though. i do miss you if not him. at all. ever. yes, i think that i'm done being friends with him, he doesn't even come close to understanding me or what i'm saying. in a sad and hurtful way.

chala came over and we were supposed to work on our project but we didn't. at all. i was soooo tired. and grouchy. we did talk about lots of stuff. and listened to a lot of hayden. turns out hayden loves to go to aunties and uncles toooo! if i ever see him i'll kiss him. i will. i just love im. normally i'd say if i ever see him i'll hump his leg/punch him/knock him down, but no, hayden is tooo precious. i'd just kiss him. actually i'd probably just grin at him in a creepy way until he left.

i hope i see him soon, except that he's touring with sarah harmer and stuffs.

i might go shopping some more with chala today. i like shopping. i still have a gift card for sears. maybe they have stuff i want.

really, everyone has stuff i want.

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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