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.
2005.08.23 4:40 p.m.
um, excuse me very much, but I GRADUATED.
and it has come to my attention that sometimes when people graduate they get PRESENTS and CONGRATULATIONS. did you know that?
i got a package in the mail from my aunt alison, and then i remembered that i GRADUATED. that's extreme. thanks for the lovely coral earings.
i'm at u of t. using their internet, which is for the best i think.
i've been in a slight (extreme) funk the past couple of days, just as the knowledge that now i have NOTHING to do sets in. it's scary when you have too much to do, and it's also scary when you have nothing to do.
i keep just trying to sleep and sleep, and there's only so much of that a body can do.
it has also come to my attention that i need to make new friends. what with school ending, miranda leaving, and chala going back to school full-time. oh the sadness.
or i just need to get a boyfriend, i hear being co-dependent is fun, and it virtually illiminates the need for friends.
also: i need to get an agent. yes, i need to get right on top of that, and good luck say i. i don't even know which agent i want anymore, let alone, how to get them.
luckily i bought a lot of fruits and vegetables in kensington today with chala, and soon i'm going to go home and make thick quesadillas. and eat them.
also luckily, there are two episodes of house on in row tonight, and then gilmore girls, so really, no thinking required.
i'm all set.
there's nothing really holding me to this city anymore, and that's kind of distressing, since i'm not that impressed with it these days. it just smells so bad. but there's almost no one in saskatoon these days. why does everyone have to move away?
hey if you have a myspace and for some reason i haven't found you on their yet, find me, okay?
fyi: the mark inside will be played on ctv tomorrow night (wednesday) on etalk playlist. on at the usual time and repeated at midnight or so i believe. check your local listings. and hit that.
david went to a party at hayden's house the other day.
so fucking jealous. i can't even explain. but
i love hayden.
previously - and then
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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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