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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2002.09.14 11:35 a.m.
oh stomach! oh. my mum says i'm pregnant...and that's why my stomach is always upset (and in so many different ways). i said sure! and walked away.
yeah. like i get action.
me and niki went for brunch this morning. it was good. fruit and pastries. not enough bacon though. mmm bacon. it's so freakin weird that she's leaving tomorrow. i haven't admitted that ali's left yet. i haven't seen anyone lately so it's not much different.
i don't really feel like seeing anyone. it's not you. well, maybe it is...
i'm just obscenely apathetic about some things. and negative.
i don't want to talk to alisin because she'll want to talk about the fucking play, and i'm so glad that we're not rehearsing today, cause i'd just cry or some other non-sense. bullshit. you know.
it just takes too much effort to make conversation, and to like people and to be witty and oh-so clever, and open up and all that non-sense. bullshit.
you know.
i watched four and half movies in the past two days. i don't see this weekend looking any different. fun. i only think about tv these days. and mum bought a new one yesterday so now i can have mine back in my room. this makes good for late night tv. i might try doing some creative things...but maybe not. it just takes so much effort. to get everything set up and do work. . . and ick. i mean, i like art.
dammit.
apparantly wait until dark (that great audrey hepburn thriller) is originally a play. i think i'll try and find it. it'd be good to see if it's a good play to do.
i'd like for my room to just be finished now. all painted and new. and everything. there's so much sewing and painting and stenciling to do. why do i make everything so complicated? god damn.
well, the tv's calling....
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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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