bryiarrose: (blue rose)
today is insane.
i give you con photos in lieu of... um...

crap. too busy to think.
bryiarrose: (ugh - wonderfalls - by mixedbatch)
gah. have i mentioned lately how much windows xp bites?

i finally won the battle with the ethernet card, and have tenuous connectivity at home again. tenuous because this thing is the most pc-ish unit i've had to use in years. and it hates me. and it has bad grammar. while attempting to make the intarwebs work, it actually told me: "you already have an internet connection using." instead of throttling it, i went and found my little brother, who thankfully, still has a bit more patience for xp than i do. and spare ethernet cards hanging about.

at any rate. slow annoying internet for the time being. i really kind of wish i had my six year old tower running '98 back. at least it worked and was all cozied up and familiar.

the phone situation continues. new one should be here within a week. ugh. i make no promises regarding phones until then. fingers crossed that third time actually is the charm.

none of my clothes fit me right. this is both a good thing and a bad thing. some things i haven't worn in a year or two fit again, but other things don't fit at all. i'm not buying new stuff when i know my body is still in metamorphosis.

to sum up: i'm still rather missing. bad phone, bad pc, bad social skills. and i still have one large wall and two tiny ones to paint before the cold really sets in. still fighting the battle for legal noise levels post midnight. which means not sleeping when i should and probably not quite enough either. i'm lonely, i feel shitty for not getting back to people i care about, and i'm sick of my allergies. i should really wait a little bit before i buy my new laptop, but i want it now because i'm an internet addict. oh, and did i mention petulant and whiny? because i think those head the list.

the good things though... i love the way my paint choices are turning out. finishing painting will mean that i can finally unpack for reals. i love that i can cook and my dishwasher will worry about the mess. if i didn't have a papercut smack in the middle of my index finger i could put new strings on my guitars. my metabolism is still working itself round to right. i will eventually have a shiny new laptop. if i wasn't so shy and hermitesque... well. i guess that's still a hurdle. i need to work on that jumping thing.

clearly i am a grown-up if only because i had microwaved smores for breakfast more than one day last week. and now, bed.
bryiarrose: (summer)
we have found the superior mojito. it is made with champagne instead of water, is served to you by a darlingly clumsy gay boy, and is best drunk next to an adorable girl in stripes that you'll probably never see again.

just thought you'd like to know.
bryiarrose: (summer)
this weekend was good for my soul, my mind, and my confidence in certain things.

it's a toss up as to whether it was good for my body: lots of walking around in horribly hot sticky humid weather, lots of beer, and not a whole lot of sleep... i think in the end it'll even out.

the very basic reunion babble )
bryiarrose: (april)
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strictly off the record, there may be some other items of interest here.
bryiarrose: (martini girl by joaninha)
up, moving, about to go in search of hashbrowns. unfortunately wasn't up quite early enough to make it over to the rockrockrock.

i fell asleep on the couch after posting last night, and though i think i remember everything, there are bits that move faster than others. any one want to tell me how embarrassing i got?

also, there are pictures up. they're lacking the early end of the evening because i hadn't thought about it yet, and the end because my camera ran out of space. i'm also slightly disappointed that i didn't get a good full length shot of my outfit. but oh well.

bryiarrose: (imp)
dear world and birthday.

i was the most dressed up.

but i wasn't the drunkest.

because a) i'm still posting and b) i didn't disappear to anywhere while there were still people over.

thank you to everyone who showed up tonight and made my world an even lovelier place to turn twenty-seven in.

i'm not old yet, and i know it. i'm just beginning to find the path. and that's a gorgeous realization.

i love you all. who were there, who are here. everyone that touches my world.

maybe tomorrow there'll be pictures.

aren't you amazed at my ability to check my typos?
bryiarrose: (imp)
so since my silly poll remained tied up amongst the suggested themes, i've decided to just go with them all. except parakeets. (well, i won't be going forward with that at least. if you'd like to, by all means be my guest--i'd be most curious.)

so:

punk rock pirate prom


or just whatever you feel like i suppose. i'm at least going to attempt the punk rock pirate part of things, and we'll see how fancy i can get from there.

1) my house (link) for starters and probably cake around seven
2) the red dragon (link) to snag a table around eight
3) onwards into the night!

and probably back to my house or someplace else at some point. call if you can't make sense of things. and email me bryiarrose @ livejournal.com if you need to know where my place is and can't access that link.

p.s. if you think i won't care whether or not you come, or that you aren't invited? forget that shit. i want everyone there. everyone. including you.
bryiarrose: (imp)
again i say: birthday! poll! go take it!

right now!
bryiarrose: (imp)
this friday is my birthday. and i want a party. but because i am lazy i'm taking my party to the red dragon. we'll start at my house, those who want to, about seven-ish and head over to the dragon at like eight (?) in hopes of actually getting a table. yes it's cliche. but it's also within easy walking distance.

so come to my party! can't make it for long? can't make it til late? cool. just swing by or call if you can't find us. i want a non-sucky birthday for once. please?

also, please take this important birthday poll:

[Poll #664377]

p.s. if you don't have access to my contact info and need it, email me at bryiarrose @ livejournal and i'll hook you up.
bryiarrose: (red)
something else tomorrow. for now sleep, and evidence.

new year's at cassie's
and
new year's at dark carnival

delusions, originally uploaded by bryiarrose.

bryiarrose: (imp)
i was the lame tonight. too shy and sleepy to go out, and really i know i regret these things. both in the moment and after the fact.

but i stayed home. and played with cameras and light.

and i suppose new icons are worth something, if nothing else.


bryiarrose: (martini girl by joaninha)
as [livejournal.com profile] dreamallday would say...

dear internet journal:

tonight we went to hell. or it may have been st. paul. or maybe it was hell.
no hard feelings or offense meant to anyone involved. but. oh. my. god.
there are bars where i'm comfortable, and bars where i'm uncomfortable. and then there was this bar. my a.d.d. and any kind of anxiety i might have, would be totally set off by this place on any normal night. but tonight, tonight was the special hell. with two pianists at top volume (and by top, i mean unable to hold a converstation with the person next to you top) singing and playing requests. this meant grease. this meant neil diamond. this meant garth brooks. all done poorly. and at. top. volume. and so we left. and i'm sorry for the people we were trying to hang out with that we're not more socially flexible these days. i have a lot of potential reasons for this in my head. but a bar full of jocks and slutty women (as a generalization) with too many large tv's and a bad overly loud lounge act? was not what i could handle.

so we went to lyle's for the last hour of bar time. and now my shoulders aren't up around my ears. and the cute waitress there, jackie, is the cutest best thing ever. she makes my night every time we see her. because she is cute and hillarious and i always tip her better than good.

i could babble about comfort zones and culture and gender and sexual identity and a whole lot of other things. like the possibility of phone posts, and beer walruses, and cute girls. but i won't. because i had three drinks in less than an hour, and now i just want a veggie sandwich.
oy. too much, yo. too much.

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