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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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2003.11.01 4:16 a.m.

almost time to get ready and go to work. holy crap i'm tired. i'd like to point out how much i enjoy sleep, and how against not-sleeping i really am. this will be an interesting day. i got an okay amount of sleep thursday night, and i slept for 3 hours this evening but i've been up since 8 and i won't sleep until after i'm done work today. at three-ish. mothertrucker. i want to vomit. i should work harder at being in a good mood. i wish i could have been drinking and partying hardcore a lot more. i'm jealous of all you drunkies. i'm never drunk. and i'm always driving. not in taranta, i'll be drunk all the time. or in school. or something.

my skin's insane. i want it removed. then the cute boys will like me.

oh crumpett, i finally saw the moccasin today! though i didn't see you or your sub-atomic particle. we thought we might see you at louis but we didn't. however the moccasin is pretty cute.

i want to learn to breakdance. but now i just feel like i'm doing it because of fat constantine. when i've actually wanted to do it for a looong time. i'd be such a cute breakdancer if i was any good. someone should teach me.

i went to steph's and it was fun fun. i was glad to see lots of people that i like. and even glad to see people i don't particularly care for. just because.

wow. i've been writing this entry for almost half an hour. this is going to be a long day. i have no concentration skills. come visit me..i'll be there until 3ish.

anways, steph's; i liked the cornstarch play a lot. and humping ryanpollard and mattdean whitewashing (clearcutting) everything. i also liked that i just ignored everyone i didn't know. i should become a friendlier person. my favorite costumes were ryanpollard as the colt45, mattdean as huck/tom fin/sawyer, ali as 'a dinosaur', etc etc.

i went as dynamite, in case you're wondering. all in red with a ' lit fuse' (tisure paper braided into my hair), with "TNT" written down the side of my clothes. hot.

steve opted out of coming out with me..well, she might have called steph's after i left. but i hope she's okay. and that she had fun.

so i found niki and picked her up at fashionable chuck's house (where there were lots of awkward people that i sure didn't know. at all.) and we went to louis. it was pretty good getting there real late because we got in for free and they let niki in without her id. we caught the end songs of the hux xtabulls and then fat constantine d.j.ed for a good hour(?) after. dancing was really fun. i miss dancing all the time. huxx ta bulls were okay, fairly gimicky, planned out, but good. and easy to dance to. constantine played 'bombs over baghdad' near the end, which was one of our pre-play song for fringe this year. awesome to dance to. i'm listening to it again now. and some beastie boys because i've decided i really like them.

niki and i danced the whole time we were there. boys are so weird to dance with/near. they were irritating me. especially this guy dressed up as a psych patient, with a hantleman t-shirt, slit wrists and bedclothes (it hit a little close to home) and a guy dressed like a creepy pink pig in long underwear. ugh. boys are dumb. and accosting. especially since the psych ward guy and this other guy tried to get me to give them a ride. but i wouldn't. i grow weary of driving everyone around. they sure tried to guilt-trip me and follow us out though.

i talked to sweet constantine when everything was all done. he was friendly and fun. but..i'm tired of having a crush on him. he's been acting so interested in everything i have to say, but he never remembers anything the next time i see him. it's lame. aparantly he's in the top ten in canada to be a much vj. makes sense. but yes. i may decide against this whole crush thing.

oh god i have to go to work right away. wish me billions of luck. please come visit me? come at six-thirty when we open.

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