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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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2005.12.01 11:54 a.m.

well that sleep was well-deserved. there's nothing like sleep when you're really wanting it. actually wanting most things makes them better. well, surprises are good too.
though it is so, so strange to be sleeping in a strange feels bizarre. luckily my mum made the bed up like christmas. so of course i feel at home.

my kitten is so all over me. how crazy. do you think cats actually remember people? cause they act like they do. adventure cat is seriously the best looking cat ever. and she's so small. what's up with that?

i went and picked up my schedule for body shop. i'm actually pretty glad to be working'll be easy i think. and a lot of the same people are there so that'll be nice. there's a couple of girls especially that i really liked and it will be good to see them.

fuck being in the mall was weird. it's weird when people work at the same places for years. and saskatoon is crazy because i constantly see people i might have used to have known.
i did run into nicole marcoux though. that was kind of fun. she's working at the tacotime in the mall, so we'll have to be mall buddies.

driving is strange. i can just get places. and it's really quite easy. fucked up. and then i can buy as many groceries/things as i want and not have to worry about carrying them for years.
carrying things has become my least favourite thing. after getting roundhouse kicked to the throat.

i have a secret: it's a fad diet secret which makes it awful but whatevs.
green tea is the secret to losing weight. not that i advocate losing weight. but it actually, technically is. i have tested this theory. and also my schoolchums were like a test group for it.

whatevs guy.

my mum's opening was really good. the paintings especially. and also the quilts. i was glad to see good, good friends and hug them a bit. gosh why are all my friends so goodlooking? i must be too shallow.

i was sad that some people didn't come. but of course i expected it. actually i was surprised that anyone actually came.

killary's new boyfriend (of six months now so not new at all i am so out of the loop) looks a little like prince. hahah, hot, killary.

it was interesting seeing mairin again. we haven't been friends since highschool and even then. but i like her and it's interesting to interact with people who are in the same kind of position. we were both the type to move away and now it seems like coming back is the only way.
we agree that saskatoon people are of the highest calibre.

why do i still feel so awkward with grownups? i think it's actually just in this city. in toronto i don't deal with parents so there's no dividing line like there is here. but it's strange to see my mother's friends and have them appraise me. i wish it had been an auction. i bet i'd go for a lot.

afterwards i went to ali and steph's and ate pie with them, mattdean, fraser, deirdra (sp??), and candice (sp??). i feel awkward meeting new people. especially when they're already friends with my friends. scares me.

i love and love and love mattdean/fraser's and ali/steph's apartments. holy fuck it seems ridiculously unfair that ali and steph are paying less for their apartment with two bedrooms than i'm paying for my attic. holy shit.
and it's not like i get payed sooo much more in toronto that it makes up for it.
i'm jealous.

it was really good to see people again. i need to see fraser though in a good-talk kind of a way because i miss how we used to actually be best friends. and i've treated him badly/been annoying at him recently.
i am always, always fucking things up.


steph and i had a neat talk in the stairway. because that's how it goes. i like comiseration. i really like steph. because she's quite neat.

i want to move back and have an apartment here too. okay.

it seems bizarre that so few people are going to the wintersleep/sylvie/ladies and gentlemen tonight. what are you thinking?

the surreal edges around everything are making my stomach churn.

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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