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.
2005.12.05 7:59 a.m.
boy am i grumpy in the morning. how i forget when there's no one around to bring it out in me. i just don't want to be spoken to.
well, i'm eating garlic soup so i guess no one will want to come close to me. whatevs guy.
what the fuck is with the weather? holy fuck i don't like this anymore.
the skin at the corners of my eyes is dry and painful. weird.
unacceptable for a body shop employee.
my family came over for breakfast yesterday. we had griddle cakes, so it was all good. i mean, ethan vomitted them up later. but still, he's just dumb i guess. or sick.
it's still very bizarre being home.
i worked for awhile yesterday. it's so fine. hopefully it continues being fine until i get to leave. i worked with bryna and a bunch of christmas staff. it's funny how there's a difference between regular staff and christmas staff. the two girls yesterday were so weird. one new girl was trying to teach the other new girl how to do the till. that wasn't too cool.
mostly i only like helping men shop. they're the funniest. and i get the most say in what the end up with.
there should be a shop like that for men. you know, like the body shop is a default for men to shop for the women in their lives. i need a default store for the men in my life (not that there are many, and they're rapidly disappearing..), someplace that sells things that men generally like.
i started reading a book called 'promises i can keep', a non-fiction study type book about young, poor, unmarried mothers (in the states). it's pretty interesting so far.
i wonder how many of us would be having kids if we didn't have the middle-class pressures of career on us..
turns out there's still jazz at lydia's. who knew. so i went with steph, charolette, mehta, and cyrus. why is lydia's so cold? but besides that it was pretty fun. interesting seeing mehta and cyrus again. mostly me and cyrus have only ever talked about masturbation. it's funny to think back to conversations had over the years about it.
eventually the boys left and we girls talked girl-things.
we were talking about the severe, severe inter-dating here. woah. we were going to make a chart about it but then we realized it would so complex that it would be near impossible to map out. although if we started with the dykes sisters..
also we realized that it was probably far too made up of secrets. and even if we put what we knew together (minus stuff we wouldn't admit to knowing..) there would still be ridiculous amounts of stuff we didn't know about. and i think minds would be blown.
woah. so effed here. and the pool's so small. come on. there has to be more people in this city. there has to be. why are we all still picking from the same pool? and what about when it comes time to settle down. are we going to be comfortable marrying that person that we know has done all of our friends?
also we were like, 'what's next?' people are going to run out of people. we figure next is pregnancy. but we're not sure who's yet.
i really like charolette and steph. i think they both just get prettier and prettier. and that's all i care about because i'm shallow.
i love learning new things about people i've always vaguely known. i like the little bits.
it's funny when i come home and make new friends. bad idea! like i need more people to miss.
i got home at 2:30 and i was sooo wide awake. and also ridiculously cold. terrible combination. i kept getting up to get blankets and hot water bottles.
and thinking - this is nuts.
back entries of this thing report that i was always tired last year at this time, never enough time.. and i have a feeling that'll be the way
this year too.
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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