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.
2002.06.26 9:52 a.m.
twos and ohs and sixes.
so my film acting camp is cancelled due to lack of registration. so odd. and i did so want to meet sarah polley. so much. they offered me registration to the comedy workshop for half price. but i don't think i'll go. not that i don't wish i was better at comedy. rather, i'll spend my money on something. something. but i'm not sure what yet. i have far far too many options. billions. (and at the exact same time, i don't have the perfect option. by any means).
i should have about 9 hundred dollars when i'm done working at jerry's. but that isn't quite enough to do anything. really.
you know what this means though....? NESS NESS NESS NESS! heehee. alisin! ha ha ha. ness creek. if it doesn't live up to its coolnisity i will anurisim(?). i won't actually.
heh. i have a little money.
maybe i shouldn't quit at jerry's.
could someone please arrange my future...and make a plan for me?
i wish i thought i would get to be in that tv show. but i don't. i do wish though.
i had a dream that toby had a diary and that he wanted us all to have three parties in a row in which the only thing we did was watch waking life.
if you haven't seen waking life, do so.
i had a dream last night that me and alisin found ticks on ourselves and were pulling them off. ones head got stuck to her. then we pulled back the covers to her bed and there were close to a hundred of them crawling around. all sizes and colours. ick.
i had a dream last night that i bought a case of mike's hard lemonade in riverside estates, in a tiny store that only sold pies and beers. i had gotten there by an underground tunnel that you could sit on skateboard and ride through really fast. the opening was in the middle of the street accross from my house...a trap door in the road. i also used this tunnel to go ask my mum to borrow money when she was at a gardening conference in alvin's backyard. i was looking after baby ethan too, but i kept forgetting about him and loosing him.
i had a dream last night that j.p. perron really really hated me. i was trying to make friends with him in my cocky cocky way and he just wasn't having any of it. someone had just been telling him what an asshole i was and he just really hated me. it was odd. and yet....
wow, it's boring when people tell you their dreams in real life, in writing though, that's double boring. double boring with knobs.
by the way...i really wasn't very drunk at matt's. at all. whatsoever. by the time i was half-sleeping, half-listening to everything it had worn off. i wouldn't come and interact with matt's parents and everything if i was out of it.
man i'm so easily endrunkened though. holy. i just drank this beer that was in the fridge at my house. really fast. purely to get slightly drunk, and mostly because i didn't have to drive to matt's and it was such a novelty not to. i appologize to anyone who didn't find this funny as i do.
but man, those freeways were great.
ness, ness, ness. i'm such a drunkard....?
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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