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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2003.05.20 12:53 a.m.
it's a bloody good thing i had a very nice evening yesterday. i was up late on the computer, then i went to bed. but i was so sick (horrid horrid cramps) that i was awake almost the entire night. i slept for a couple hours then i woke up so sick, and dozed. and woke. then i got a heating bag and took some ibuprophen (more than i should have) and watched dirty dancing. that movie just gets better the more you watch it. after that was done, i resisted the urge to watch it again and i watched the end episode of mscl. i read some of my book and lay around whining to myself. i finally went to sleep for a few hours at 6ish. yuck.
it's a pretty good thing i didn't have to work this morning. cause i couldn't have. i did work this evening, though later than scheduled. and i left early. it was pretty hellish. i'm extra glad i don't work evenings.
i talked to hillary for awhile (we talked about dirty dancing. and where's our johnny castles?), and we made some good jokes. we're hanging out tomorrow. i like to see girls. most people i know are boys these days. i talked to maggi for a pretty long time after that. probably a couple of hours. it seemed shorter. man do i like girls. and girly talk and secrets. ho-lo. i've been lacking since alisin and i broke up. i was thinking about that, how now that we've "broken up" it's like we still kind of make-out sometimes. and by make out, i mean have odd little girl-talk sesions.
i'm insane.
but maggi. yes. she's pretty smart. maggi, stop reading this. i find her to be enjoyable and funny. it's hard to be friends with people who aren't amusing. we talked about boys.
i hate boys. hola. even if i just said something different to you on the phone. i hate them. stupid boys. and i don't want a relationship. and i don't want awkwardnesses. and i don't want anyone to come near me. except to cuddle me. (and some people have stupid girlfriends and aren't even friends with me anymore let alone cuddling me...) and i hate awkward situations where we are both expecting something. and i don't want to have wrong impressions. and i don't want to make things move forward just to see if they will. ugh. ugh.
i'm enjoying my break. kind of.
see. now i'm thinking about it. i hate boys. i hate how much thought i have to put into things. so much over-analyzation. so much irritation. i wish i was leaving.
but i'm bloody not.
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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