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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.


2005.07.14 1:12 p.m.

oh no i bought new shoes. but i don't have any money. but i did make lots of tips the other night and then yesterday a magical mystery cheque (from booster juice) came in the mail. i took that to be a sign that i could buy the hillarious black wedge heels with tiny bow. oh pretties.
my feet hurt.

but i needed them to wear to meetandgreet gala industry night thing. right?????

if the heat doesn't break soon i'll explode. or melt most likely. it's sickening. i wake up naseous from the heat in the middle of the night.
i can't sleep in anymore. it's like sleeping in a tent you forgot to set up in the shade. except there's nowhere to go for that wonderful feeling of stepping out into the cool breeze.


yesterday in dear bou-jou's class devon and i rehearsed the scene that i wrote. and it was super fun! i can't explain how relieved i am. especially since we didn't really work on it beforehand.
we did a reading of it first and bouge said something to the effect of:
'i just love this scene. it's wonderful. but you know, i really need to see more. i need to see a play or screenplay..'
but it wasn't said like 'this isn't enough' it was said like 'this is fantastic'.
yeah. i felt pretty good. and earlier he asked if i'd been writing more because he thinks i'm a very talented writer.

ya hum.

devon says he feels bad for frank (because frank also wrote a scene for class and recieved little-to-no praise about the actual writing from john).

i finally got my video pitch done for christina's class. i went over to devon's house (he lives nearby)and he helped me edit it. macs are so sweet like candy. i think. it's such a hot video now. mostly because of the music. music makes everything ten times more exciting. i set it to time running by tegan and sara. it was just too fitting. especially since there are several shots of me running.

hanging out with devon is fun. he keeps me rational. the more i complain about people the more he defends them. his house is full of hot guys who walk around half naked (their airconditioning broke). it's funny. an artist, a writer, and a model. hahahaha. none are for me. at all. it's a shame.
well..i don't know how i feel about devon these days. but then he ate these chicken legs with the fury of a caveman and i almost vomitted. good times.

why are people constantly searching for maredeath? if you google it you get lots of results about me though. that's neat.

i set up my appointment for my interview with carol (potential agent) but it's not for a week and a half. lots of time for nerves. devon went yesterday and he said she was super nice and relaxed. he's sending her an audition video. and then we'll see.

on monday erica, jennifer, and i are going to the beach!!!!!!!!! oh god i'm excited. it will make my week.

i should go see some fringe shows here. it's just not the same though.

when do i get to settle down, get fat, and have a front porch?

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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