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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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2003.03.16 11:36 p.m.

i really wish i could get into this whole anti-fashion idea i had. except that i like looking pretty. fuck that. well, i didn't get dressed today, so that's pretty close i guesssssssssssss.

i worked on my pilot for a while this afternoon. well, actually i worked on the characters, they take so much effort. i should just write stereotypes, they'd be a lot easier.

then alvin came by, and it was slightly awkward, yet also fine fine. he seems a lot better, complete sentences, answers questions okay. but his eyes are still strange (strained) and now he has a jesus pendant around his neck. he says the name of his god as he sighs. unnerving. only three people went to his house last night. as to be expected. i don't regret not going. i do care about him, but he doesn't need me, and i don't have much to give right now.

i went to alyssa's for a bit last night again. it was kind of nice. man, oh man do i like mehta. when i'm ninety, that's when i want to best friends with him, i've decided. i also feel really dumb around him, like i can't even form rational sentences. i was happy to see ryanpollard. he's some nice chap. yeah. ted just gets stranger by the day, he just hits on everyone, all the time. obviously. he must have some self confidence (especially because everyone shuts him down).

i gave fraser a ride home and he had had a little of that funny stuff. he played this game on the way home of how many times he would have crashed if he were driving. i can't believe people actually think they drive better stoned. fuck you.

my diaryrings are doing well, too well, since i'm discovering more and more how i hate to be a part of a majority when it comes to liking things. i guess the saskatchewan one is fine. but converse.....it's all fucking emo kids that are joining. ahhhh, i looooveeee punk, i'm so punk-rock-hard-core, fuck you in my black hi-tops. i'll kick your teeth out. i hate you if you wear converse, you hear?

at least i don't have e-coli 5701. yeah.

and i bought the new waterford girl dvd on ebay for 10 dollars. rock! a dvd to watch. and i bought 'whatever' vhs for 1 cent. i rule.

if you know the history of me and alyssa, you know how odd it is that we're friends. especially since i so talked smack about her behind her back before. i haven't thought about that much. i really enjoy her. makes sense i guessss.

i was also thinking about how i'm going to be famous. you might want to keep that in mind. i don't know why, you just might. like for instance, my family is trying to decide if they all want to go in on buying a cabin together...and i'm all like, hey, in a few years, i'll buy you each a cabin, with cash. and we'll all piss in diamond toilets.

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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