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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2003.08.16 11:33 p.m.
what a long day. technically. i've been up since four thirty this morning. uh.
work was long, but otherwise unpainful. parts were downright funny. like adam wearing my jesus pin. hotness (-carlan).
my family says i mention work a lot. this is quite quite true. because sometimes i spend ten hours a day there. like today. uh.
then i made a skirt. and cut up a shirt and decorated it with fabric paint. it was pretty fun, i'm quite impressed with the skirt, especially it's comfortability level. though it's a little warm for this MOTHER FUCKING HEAT THAT'S FUCKING KILLING ME. seriously, it is insane out there. i almost didn't want to leave jerry's today. the wind blowing in from outside was like a fucking furnace. i wake up in the mornings, even really early in a sweat. i am not made for this kind of weather. megan says the weather in scotland never goes up much past 21 degrees, maybe i'm more built for there. i do love sweaters. . . . oooo sweaters. ooo sweater weather, i'm so excited i could pee myself.
alison and i went to folkfest again today, the last night. we took ethan with us to the first two. it actually went really well, he warmed up to the idea of it, especially with the pop and cake (uh, sorry megan if he's not sleeping) and the presents. we bought him miniature wooden shoes at the holland pavillion. and at the ukrainian pavillion he got obsessively engrossed with watching this woman decorate egss, he stood there for probably a good half an hour watching her work, just facinated. we couldn't get him to leave. and when she'd completed one of the steps and we were trying to convince him to go she packed up the egg and gave it to him! so sweet. i mean, she'd worked at least 45 straight minutes on it. but four-year-olds can be pretty amazing people.
and sometimes not. like when we first got to his house and he told us he was going to put us in the fire and we were 'going to burn forever' and 'be sad and angry in the fire forever' and 'be dead forever'. it was quite funny and terrifying.
i bought the best cinnamon buns. they're big and fluffy and delicious.
we went to the norwiegian (fine i can't spell) after we dropped him off, but i just wasn't really in the mood. and i don't find norway that facinating. i wish i'd finished off with a really excellent. one. but i'm much too tired for that...
i'm off on monday, if you want to have some party time....
wayne's world. party time. excellent.
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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