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.
2004.06.02 12:19 p.m.
wow, i really hate school when it's acting like school. i hate criminology and i hate communications. they blow. and they don't blow me. which could actually be favorable.
but i did have a sweet counselling appointment this morning though i was soooo tempted not to go to school. but it was good. i was actually talking about things for once. mostly it was just my counsellor fascilitating a fight between me and myself. it was kind of fun in a downer kind of a way. i like it when she points how just how incredibly dumb some of my theories are. because it's so true.
i was supposed to have plans with priscilla yesterday, but it all went kind of bad. in a hot way. when you get a group of starving starving people together to try and get moving, it just ends badly. we were at her house with chala, chris and elicia (eliot), trying to decide what to do about dinner. oh, we were all in bad moods. and all in completely different ways. mine involved laughing manically and saying mean things. and not in a hot way. at all.
i still feel oddly depressive. maybe i'm chemically imbalanced. or maybe i just moved half way across the country and miss everyone and am scared of all that's to come and am in a really hard program. either way.
the supper thing ended well. i just went home because when we finally got to utopia (where priscilla didn't even want to go) they had no running water! i thought i was going to pass out. but when i got home there was a message from geordie saying that he was coming home instead of staying the night in whitby with his parents as planned. so he came over and yadda yadda. and consequently i'm overly overly tired today. holy fuck. and we're going out tonight too! i'm so dumb, i'll fuck this up really quickly i'll bet.
aww, but he's so good. i don't want to. he says i'm the prettiest girl he's ever kissed. and he says that he thinks i have 'it' and that i'm going to be famous. ha! i'm not going to lie, that makes me feel really good. and uncomfortable. i'm terrible at taking compliments. he's quite quite pretty himself. in a GIANT way. did you know his bed is custom-made!?! because of his giant-ness. his mum is 5'3. it's all his dad's fault. i really want to meet and befriend his parents.
aww, he told me he couldn't sleep on monday night because he was thinking about me too much.
there's a scanner really near me right now. i'd really like to use it. i might see if i can sometime. that would be so exciting. i'd post soooo many pictures.
i hope lots of people come out dancing tonight. in a party way. i hope all us girls feel better and eat properly today. then we won't
scratch our faces off.
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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