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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.

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2004.01.30 8:08 p.m.

god i'm tired. i mean, i know they said it'd be an intensive program...yeah. i'm tired. and feel slightly ill.

voice was the hardest, but also the best. and last. paul says lots of people vomit during his classes. hot!!!!! it's all the breathing and all the weird excercises. makes sense i guess. i love paul i decided. i love his approach to everything and his sense of humor. he always makes comments about saskatchewan just for me. and he's a genuinely nice person. i missed his class on monday, and so wish it had been any other..i like his almost best i think. but i sincerely appologized, and he seemed pleased. he likes me i think. oh!! and we got our very first assignments back..and i got 9/10! virtually everyone in the class got 8. ali also got 9, so we were impressed. wow, i've never cared about marks before. it's kind of fun to feel proud. i win. so far.

i'll just have to keep it up.

i also had diana's class, which was useful and interesting. we worked on cold reads, but making them slow and thought-out and hot. she's funny..and not always the pleasantest. but still amazing.

and communications. with labovitch, one of the funniest humans alive, and in ways that are impossible for me to describe in good detail or accuracy. rest assured that he's hilarious. and therefore his class is interesting and fun. except that we'll have to write essays..but still.

i'm staying in tonight. with chris and priscilla. they're making out on the bed right across the room. how hot. and by hot i mean gross. really.

speaking of rooms, steph, my almost-roommate isn't moving in anymore. fuck. ugh. i wish i didn't feel so responsible for it. her mum won't let her move out because her car insurance is far far more than they expected. i guess i'll be living on my own..? maybe i'll be able to find other people to move too for a bit. but i doubt it.

gah.

i just want to go to bed. so maybe i shallllllll.

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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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