i've got this shitty, splotchy sunburn on my upper chest region. it's kind of itchy.

been feeling mighty useless lately. but that's okay.

i'm tired, too. as usual. there's not much to say, i guess. i was feeling a bit more inspired to write something about two minutes ago. the inspiration's left me... oh well.

contact me to hear the good word about next year.
i miss colleen.
and dan.
and janelle.
and eddy.
and jess.
and gides.
and courtney.
and carla.
and jenn.
and miriam.
and fran.
and moe. even though he hates me.
and michael.
and chu.
and brian.
and the boys.
and my dad.
my mum too.
and sam.
marilyn.
dee.
rachel.
juan.
not derek.
but definitely keith.
and stan.
and jon.
and the davis kids. A LOT.
and allison.
and john.

Current Mood: lonely
Current Music: joe ely - live at liberty lunch

and this is me and carlo.. before i went inside to get completely drenched in champage and have "christmas forced down my throat"... more on that later.

sorry i haven't been updating. trust. there's much to tell.

notice the obnoxious green sox cap with the obnoxious red shamrocks.... ahhh, how i love being obnoxiously irish.

and now. bed.

this is me almost immediately after the red sox won the world series. i was at work... this was taken after i'd cried for the first time and had customers consoling me... this is after i undid my tie to signify the how done i was with 109 brookline avenue and all of its bullshit.. this is after i walked out of the restaurant and into the insanity that which was brookline ave by fenway, and how i walked right into colleen, carlo and meghan...

this is me hugging colleen..

as carlo put it best earlier:

'brianna. this picture sums up you better than anything else ever could."

what the hell is up with all these folks calling me at crazy times in the middle of the night? jon and antonio gave me a late night phone call. let me sleep, mofos!

and the red sox had better win tonight. i've been waiting for them to make the world series since i was, well, a year old! 18 years! and if they win tonight, boston's gonna burn.


and johnny damon will have a new love slave. haha.

carlo is such a devout sox fan, he has attempted to strangle himself twice tonight. he pretends to lay dead on colleen's bed because colleen, meghan and i screamed at him to keep it up because as soon as he started pretending the sox started scoring runs.

colleen, meghan and i are starting a red sox game commentary show from the point of view of a woman sox fan.

quotes of the night:

colleen on manny ramirez: "pump! pump those stubby latin legs!"

me on johnny damon: "walk it off baby, let's you and i hit the showers."

me on ortiz: "oh how i love you, you big lovely black man."

colleen on the token dominican midget: "Dude, he's a dominican midget. if he can't play baseball, he'll be living in poverty for the rest of his life."

meghan to her boyfriend (over the phone) on johnny damon: "He's my free pass! but honey, i'll keep my free pass in the closet. if he were to walk up to me and ask me to have his children, i wouldn't let him [denies it by shaking her head violently towards colleen and i].

today i decided that i do actually really enjoy dr. mcguire and i'm not really that scared of her.

so, okay, wow. i wake up this morning having worked my ass off for the past two days and come to find that i've been put on blast in someone else's LJ. someone that i thought was my friend but just turned out to be fucking faking it the whole time.

so here's my response.

sorry "the two other losers in the group" fucking called me the night before my birthday so i was able to talk to them. sorry i haven't called you back since you did leave me a message on the night of my birthday while i was in south boston where no one gets reception therefor can't pick up their phone cause they don't know its ringing. sorry i haven't had the time to call you back since i've been going to school, studying for midterms AND working full time since my birthday. sorry i didn't call you early this morning when i woke up because there's a three hour time difference between us and i didn't wanna bug you in the morning. and sorry i did have the fucking mind and intention to call you later today to say thanks for calling me, i miss you and to catch up with you cause we haven't talked all fucking summer.

you know what, we had our differences.. we came from two completely different places and lifestyles. but i still had fun with you. you were crazy and funny and pretty chill. i thought you were genuine. but i see how it is now. i don't know what the fuck i did that classifies me as being the weird one... but wtf? in my opinion, faking a friendship for that amount of time is also weird and fucked up. why'd you waste your time? why'd you even bother?

thanks a lot for nothing. thanks for pretending to be someone that you never were. thanks for sitting there and listening to me without really hearing me. and thanks for going out of your way to write in your LJ so i can finally know the real you.

i don't even know why i'm wasting my time writing this, cause in the end you won't even care. it just doesn't matter to you, does it? what goes around, comes around and you'll figure that out sooner or later.

Current Mood: angry

yah, 20th, even though i'm turning 19... get it? dope shit.

so i got three wonderful, amazing birthday presents last night. jon ran over here from wentworth around 11:00 just to give me a hug. he wore his cowboy hat and it made me incredibly happy... it was the first birthday present of my only 19th birthday.. my first birthday back in boston since my 11th. it was really sweet. thanks, love.

when i get back from my hug, jenn had decorated our door with happy birthday signs and all sorts of cool things. i was so sweet...

i talked to tony online last night. around 12:30, i was getting ready for bed, i came back from brushing my teeth and jenn told me that my phone was ringing. i checked my missed calls.. it was a 530 number. davis. who could it be? expecting it to be stonR or RA dave or even garin, i called it back and after much confusion and weird messages and ghetto music and more rings i finally get thru...

IT WAS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE CHRISTIAN! AHHHHHH!

i hadn't talked to him allllllll summer and i'd missed him so much. we talked for a good half hour since i had to go to bed.. but it was awesome. amazing. i love that kid. then he put tony on the phone... who i also miss terribly and is the second love of my life. i told them i love them and called tony a whore. oh yes. more later cause i have to go to melissa's room in 10 minutes for some reason or another...

BTW, this is the year of the red sox.. there should be an addition to the chinese zodiac. we're on fire, and in the end, boston is GONNA FUCKIN BUUUUUUUURN!!

happy birthday to me.

*edit* went outside this morning to smoke a cig before i went to melissa's and got a phone call from the front desk saying that i had a delivery.. marilyn sent me some gorgeous flowers.

went up to melissa's and knocked on her door for about 4 minutes before she finally said "WHAT?" from the other side, which i promptly responded with "IT'S ME!!".. she opened the door to expose halloween cupcakes with candles that were lit (don't tell the RA haha), a balloon, a card from her and kelly and a little stuffed teddy bear dressed as a pumpkin. i made a wish and blew out the candles and we went to breakfast.

people like me, they really like me.

all this is making me think about last year and what an awesome birthday i had. i hardly knew ANYONE in G building last year around the time of my birthday.. and i got two surprise parties, a bunch of presents and all sorts of great stuff. i truly miss all of my G funk folk.. i love you all dearly and you've got a special, special place in my heart. thank you for making my first taste of college so delicious and enjoyable. i'll never forget you or what you mean to me.

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: happy birthday to ya - stevie wonder

my birthday is on wednesday..

w00t. finally catching up with all my friends.

happy 19th birfday to briiiiiiiiiii...