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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2004.04.02 4:31 p.m.
when too much happens between entries, i just feel tired and not like writing at all.
i think there's something wrong with my eyes. i hope it's not glaucoma, i don't even really like weed.
i'm moved! i'm finished! i have a home!
i'm tired.
i really have wrecked my body in the past couple of days. i've walked and walked and walked. and moved stuff up and down a few flights of stairs (oh 3rd floor living, that's the way..).
on wednesday after school erica and i went to ikea, it was fun. i sure owe her more of my soul though, she gave me another ride home with my junk. i got a stand alone closet-rail thing (on wheels) and a hanging storage thing and a shoe (hot)rack and some pictures frames.
and then when i go home(!) i had both power and a stove! that was terribly exciting for me. i turned on allll the lights. and plugged things in.
oh, and me and erica found a mattress on the sidewalk, so i took it home, so now i have a dirty moldy bed. which suits me fine.
i'm planning to go to honest ed's to get a lot more storage stuffs and some more pillows and blankets and stuff. yeah. and then i can really really unpack and decorate and all of the fun stuff.
i had such a nice bath last night. my shower curtain is a beautiful ice green. and the slopey tiled walls and ceiling are so pretty.
i went to see some gooood jazz on wednesday. hugh fraser..it was.. really good. everyone was so..good. i need a thesaurus. and a dictionary. the saxaphonist was pretty hot. quite hot, and then we found out that he's 42, that's a little less hot i'd say. chala had guessed 35. it was also a little creepy that he was kind of flirty. ah, well, i really should have just done 'im.
me and chala danced there. in the hoity-toity top of the senator. between some tables. we're really gorgeous. no joke.
my giving up on cute boys is actually going okay.. and good for me.
i have no plans for this weekend. i'm pretty glad, as i don't think i can stomach anymore stress, business, ect.
i have to pee, and then
go to my home(!).
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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