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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2005.01.06 8:28 a.m.
this isn't any easier this time around...actually it's harder because i'm feeling it right now. past is past. but this is too actual.
not sleeping doesn't make me feel any better. but it's necessary. to get things done. not that things are done, even with niki and i working like elves through the night.
damn bitch keeps laughing at me.
or sleeping. because she's a lazy good-for-nothing hag.
we were pretty hysterical there for awhile. everything became extremely funny. i couldn't stop squealing. there's something new.
yesterday (though it still feels like today) was good. a little too good. if people would start acting a little more horrid towards me it'd be a lot cooler.
lunch with ellen is always so good. like it just makes so much sense and we always spend so much time there and it never feels like enough. i'll be excited if she comes to tdot. very much so. we have good marathon conversations. good peoples.
after lunch i ferried my aunt around. she likes that.
then i went to value village. to buy a suitcase, and i also bought some sunglasses..because i always buy sunglasses.
then i went home and didn't pack. and me and my mum made tweed flowers. and i danced around and tried to annoy her so she'd be glad i was gone.
my party was good. i like gatherings. i also hate gatherings.
john put really good effort into it. it was really hillarious. i liked that a lot. we finished our secret special christmas project (a christmas mural to have our holiday pictures taken in front of). then we took pictures. yeah, i liked that a lot. i should have worn my christmas sweater.
i was glad that people came and i got a chance to see them...but it's so hard to spend any real time with people in groups. little snippets here and there. it's hard to say good-byes too. especially with everyone else around. proper good-byes i mean. sadness.
oh no i do not want to miss people anymore.
maybe i'll just decide against it.
so fucking weird how i'll be other-home tonight. aghahaahahahahaahahahahahahahahahhghghg.
except for without the laughing part. oh no oh no.
i have to decide right away here if i should come back for intersession break.
oh no no. holy eff.
i hate travel too. i hate the ten billion pounds of luggage and scrambling to get it from one point to another...i hate it. i wish i were rich.
i'd better sleep on the plane. i'm just winding up.
how can i
do this again?
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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