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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.


2003.01.25 12:24 p.m.

click click click click click. i like new notes. mehta - you didn't email me. sigh.

oh, here's some clarification for the cute-boy diaryring. it's for anyone who has an appreciation for cute boys, they can also be one themselves for that matter. oh, wait, anyone can join, even you.

when i'm a cheerleader i want to have converse cheerleading shoes. but they cost so many moneys. fuck. i have old school converse track(ish) shoes. white leather yeah! oh, right, i want to be a cheerleader. and i was talking to andrea at work about it yesterday..and she used to be a cheerleader in high school in ottawa. she really wants to try out for the hilltops too. i want to be a hilltop girl. how unapparantly uncharacterist of me. but i do. but since i've talked about it so much, i won't get in. i want to be a top! dammit. you get a sweatsuit with your name embroidered on it. hilltops ~ meredith hot.

diaryland was broken last night when i really wanted to add an entry. and now i don't know what to say.

i'm turning into an old lady in some ways, or, as kathy would say: a grandma. specifically about boys. okay, i'm at the show at amigos last night. and there were so many cute boys. so many. i'm not even lying. and i didn't feel like stalking (or even talking to) a single one of them. most important though, was that i didn't notice that i didn't feel like chasing cute boys, because i didn't even notice the cute boys. fuck...what is this shit? i think my cute boy diaryring is almost a sham. there were all these boys i'd never seen before, and even boys that i'd found previously attractive. but i didn't even think about it really. until analyzing it later. this bothers me. i like cute boys i like having crushes. maybe it's just my opinion as of late that the cute boy i need will just turn up. or that i plan on marrying jonathan taylor thomas. but still...that's never been the case, the just turning up i mean. i wasn't even in a bad mood. and i was watching everyone. people are so fascinating.
the other thing was that there were so many couples there. holy. mating season.

but it wasn't a negative night by any means. i got to see so many people i like and don't get to see that often. jeff (of the jeff club. yay!), clint (i'm always so happy to see him these days), travis, megan-tessa-sarah(of course), hillary, danica, angie...etc etc. johnson hall were very good. all indie and shit. and i'm biased towards them because i like them in general.. tessa's voice is well, you know, really fucking good. blood music (formerly the watercolour movement) were....fine. i don't know, maybe i was swayed by everyone talking so much about how good they were. i just didn't buy it. that's confusing, what i mean is, i thought they were okay, but then people were making this big thing about it, and well, my opinion was brought down to 'fine'. and it was too fucking loud. uncomfortably loud. shaun has pretty fingers though. they're very long. i think my favorite part was all the technical difficulties. just because they're funny. no, it was okay, it's just not the kind of music i really 'get'. i think i liked 'second hand longjohns' best because i'd remember there songs for weeks afterwards, one even got stuck in my head. watercolour movement just all sounded the same. i'm just not artsy and/or deep enough for them i think. i like my music to make a little more sense.

wah wah wah wah wah wah.

i bought a new table thing though. yay! to put my tv and stereo and dvd-er on. and a plate. it cost free. and some make-up from shoppers' that was 99 cents. and a sub. wow, i spend so much money. holy god.

i often dream that i go insane. like just cry for hours and hours. or throw myself on the ground. or that i hear voices, or... a lot of things. i can't believe that it's the end of january already.

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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