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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.

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2004.11.12 9:45 a.m.

i meant to go to bed at a more reasonable time but i was not in a reasonable mood. i just wanted to shout a lot.

yeah, things were feeling pretty good. it would make sense for it all to go to shit. not that it really has, mind you..but it could.

i ended up staying up talking to my mum about all of the (giant) problems i have with school. and particularly with neil.
i found out that paul isn't going to be working with us this year and i had a mini-stroke. especially because things between us were strange when i left..i mean, we'd fought over how i was a bad worker and so on. and i was really excited for coming back and being a better worker and showing him what i can actually do.
yeah. i really hate neil. and he's actually incompetent. seriously.
paul was honestly the best and most stable teacher we had. we even had assignments already for next term. no other teacher gave us work for the break...

i had a dream about daryl last night. just that i was back and we ran into each other in grocery store and things were good and we hung out on the porch. i think my subconcious is trying to tell me everything'll be alright. yeah. i'm sure it'll have to be.

things are not good between jeffmorton and i. and i think i might offically take the stance of 'i don't care'. actually, i don't even know why we've been pretending to be friends. for months.

work yesterday could be best described as 'hell'. yeah. i wish i hadn't been so tired in the first place. it was remarkably busy and most just me and jaris on. hillary came in for a bit and was roped into working too. it was silly. and i just kept making such horrible horrible messes.

then i had rehearsal with travis and it was fine. we just ran the play. yeah. we still don't have a venue. it would be sad if we didn't do the plays...why are we so disorganized? and niki didn't show up. lately i'm the only one who goes to rehearsals. mostly. wow we all suck so hard.

lately i spend too much time on the phone. and i have a hard time hanging up. and i get paranoid that i'm being irritating.

steve-dave didn't call me yesterday and we have been supposed to get together. i haven't talked to her really since she broke up with adam. i really miss her. who don't i miss?

nothing's ever enough.

i'm getting tired of caring.
alison says that part of why it's so good here right now is that it is an interlude. yeah...i'm sure. i often wonder if i make up how much i love people.

oh, i think my mum's told everyone she wanted to, so now i can post it, she's having her work up in the muttart conservatory in edmonton in the spring. which is exciting you know.

my ankle has decided to un-heal itself. hot!
i'm glad i only have to work a short shift. holy fuck why don't i have another job yet?

i think i'd feel better if i were drunk far more often.

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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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