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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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2003.12.02 9:19 p.m.

it makes me panic how the time is passing. oh how to hold onto it? like right now this instant i'm not talking/seeing/hugging any of you. i can be on the internet in toronto, what am i doing wasting this precious ounce of saskatoon time? i've gone off. a quick list of things i'm going to miss like a mother:
-driving(omg i drive everywhere, i know it's bad but i love it. i love shifting and adjusting switches and getting gas and freeways and highways and the freefreefreedom.)
-jerry's. ew gross. but true.
-my house (i can't even talk about it.)
-our river.
-broadway, driving down there and seeing ten people i know.
-yes, familiarity. seeing people i know everywhere.
-my favorite stores and restaurants. mcc in particular.
-jazz every sunday!!
-louis on fridays!
-all my mum's stuff to use and wreck.
-everything. okay. fuck.

i seriously can't listen to elliott smith. i avoid it.

i don't think that jm knows me as well as he should. i was saying the other day that i honestly don't want to go to college. which is quite true. i never want to do anything, given the option i'd lie in bed all day reading and watching tv. but he started listing all the ways to get out of it, refunds, papers, everything. i don't want to know my options. i want to have to go. this is the bestbest thing for me. no one else doesn't understand that. odd. i'm still irritated with him.

i made a really bizzare freudian (fine i don't know how to spell his fucking name) slip type-o on yesterday's entry. very funny. i don't get it really, so iwon't fix it in case i remember what was going on.

i got two sex and the city videos out of the library and all i want to do is watch them. i got hedwig out too and welcome to the dollhouse and tex and other good stuff. i don't know when i'll have time for it..but...

in case you were wondering. i really really love niki. so so much. and i rarely tell her this. it's ridiculous that just when she's back from germany after being gone for a year, i'm leaving. i've been trying to drag her with me, but it isn't really working. she may end up coming in a while, which would make my decade.

the way that she giggles and covers her mouth. the way that she'll argue anything. forever. the way that we're alike and not the type of people who should be alike. that it doesn't bother her that we're alike. the way she is with her dogs and cat, all squealing and running around. that she says 'cunt' and things to her mother. that her family is so welcoming and kind. that she's direct, and confident. that she's red like me. the way that she'll dance when no one else will. that she comes to jazz and louis with me, and never seems to get real bored. that she's absolutely beautiful and thinks it's absurd when anyone tells her so. that she's opposite from me about boys. the way that she dresses and her paintings. that she's up for doing things, new or old.. that she's a terrible driver, but is one of the few people who drive me around. so many things. so many food things; penny collections and thier subsequent candies. reduced bakery, deli-style, hallowe'en kisses, chocolate cookies (preferably with baking soda), whole loaves of bread with whole bricks of cheese. oh everything. i wouldn't even know how to sum it all.. subtotal. total.

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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