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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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2002-02-15 12:29 a.m.

i love how everyone has a little something to say about valentines day. (well, not everyone...but y'all knew where i was going with that.)
i love diaryland. i really like the people here. and i really hope that you're not all fifty-four, balding and typing with one hand (as my mother has said, on many occasions). it would be okay if you were one of those things...but all three at the same time...eh...

okay so truth is that i love valentine's day. i really do. i've been happier today than i have in a while...except when i was watching metamorfine.
i really like it. i love loving everyone.
i went to see metamorfine again yesterday...with mattdean and melissa and fraser and graeme. and they all adored it. which is only just. i'm so glad. and it was still amazing. afterwards mattdean said i want to be one of the rope climbing guys. and it was so good the way he said it. he makes me happy when things are good. he amuses me more than most people put together (that is a huge overstatement...i mean does anyone remember megan and sarah, and alisin for that matter, and jonathan taylor thomas..., uh, nothing).

i love books.

tomorrow (or today technically) is my brother's birthday. i haven't got him anything yet. damn i suck. bet you guys didn't imagine me having a brother (no one's reading this). but i do! and he's eleven today. but not a smidgen more mature i can guarantee it. he does have a girlfriend though, her name's michelle and she gave him chocolate. (my mum gave me chocolate. ha. and she signed my guestbook. why haven't you?) i didn't have a boyfriend till grade twelve. man i suck. but my brother is pretty cute. all the girls like him. if i were a boy girls would like me...there's more good-looking and nice girls in this world than there are boys. i promise you. if any of you are reading this right now and have crushes on me i would like to please know about them. i am having drastic self-esteem problems (well, not really, but i still want to know. okay? please? [email protected]) speaking of which i never get any email at [email protected] i want some. okay, so maybe it's my fault for having 4 emails and only sending email from one of them...but still....please? also [email protected] is feeling a little deserted. please?

i think this is the most long-winded entry ever. ha ha ha. or maybe just that last paragraph...oi)



    � � i figured out the difference between me and alisinian. and it is simple. i could fit in at woodstock. and i would love how i looked there and be happy, i could be covered in mud and bathe nekkid and have (best of all) snarl-ball hair. and she could fit in with any given trendy crowd, and look right, and be okay with what she was wearing. she looks good in new jeans and hooded tank-tops. she is pretty in lots of make-up and dc shoes. � � it's like this time where we were going to make our own theme and go to this party in pjamas, but she could do it because she wasn't happy with how she looked...and so i did her hair in a beehive and she wore a flowerprint dress...or was that halloween? it doesn't matter. both times she looked beautiful and both times i did everything for fun.......(she's gorgeouser than me...and i do everything(?) for humor value.) (i laugh at things that she HATES). i am older. (not so much wiser).
it turns out it wasn't simple at all.....
� � �          � � ha.

happy valentines day kids. i love you all. we are all so beautiful (and too many of us haven't realized it yet....)


short? ha. this is valentines day.

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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