Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Larry
This man couldn't carry a tune in a beach tote, couldn't act his way out of a teacup, and can't play any instrument but the radio. But he dances like the wind.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Oh, this nurse again??
I have never been to a hospital so many times in a five-day period... I deserve so many Italian ices for effort... I love Italian ice. And gelati.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
A glimpse at a year in my life: Excerpts from 2008
"From Tragedy to Triumph: The Tales of Baroness Brie"
Chapter 1: "Apex, Pit, and Plateau"
01/14/08
Speaking of dreams, I had one the other night about some kind of ward or something... I was kind of frantic because there was so much food and I was eating so much of it... cake and whatnot. Anyway, the significant part I remember is when I went up to this cart that had, like, breakfast cereal boxes. So I tried to pic one, but instead of cereal, there were snakes in the boxes. It was pretty crazy.
Chapter 2: "A Staggering Change of Pace"
03/07/08
Today is a tragic loss of happiness and I kind of want to kill myself a little. Work and a fall of insurmountably embarrassing proportions, home to take a nap and...
The nap just pretty much drained me of all my joy. It sucks.
Chapter 3: "What a Day For a Daydream"
03/27/08
I'm not sure why I refrained from telling you the best story there is to tell... And I'm not even sure if I should even tell you now. Perhaps is a fear that I'll jinx it. I mean, nothing between your pages leaks out, but saying it here makes things, I don't know, cement. I shouldn't be afraid to tell you, but I am. And when it's read in the future is the only time I'll even regret penning the words.
Chapter 4: "Broken Records Bear Repeating", or "How I Learned to Love Loneliness"
04-01-08
It's done. I'm glad. Once again, I'm on my own road with no hand to grasp. And it's really quite okay. I'm rather glad I didn't pour the details into your pages, as in the end, they weren't even worth it. What's done is done, and that's the way it should be. at least for now.
Moving on is easier when you're the one who wants to.
Chapter 5: "Happenstancism", or "Forty-three Ways to Change the World"
04/22/08 (about 2:30am)
My life is brilliant. My life is bold. My life is beyond all comprehension.
Unfortunately, my life starts tomorrow at about 9am, so sleep is trying to get some Brie and so am I.
Promises, promises to fill you in, but my status as a promise graveyard remains intact.
Chapter 6: "Inhale, Exhale"
05/07/08
Yeah, I like him, but honestly, there's no solid basis for me to start an infection of 'feelings'. I don't know. I guess it's better to let things roll and see where this ball stops.
I am so tired.
Chapter 7: "Phenomenon", or, "Doot doo doo-doo doot", or "Jacks In Boxes Don't Truly Know When Either"
05/29/08
The Stone Temple Pilots show was really good. I asked a random parking lot attendant for his hat, but it's job issued, so he offered me a hug instead. Cute, but a little odd. As though it wasn't odd for me to ask him for his hat. He crushed my body with the force of 75 wool sweaters.
Chapter 8: "An Object in Emotion"
07/04/08
I'm hoping I can do what I gotta do, but I don't even know what to do right now.
Chapter 9: "The Belly of the Beast"
07/09/08 (2:22am)
I went to Dunkin' Donuts for a coffee for MYSELF for the first time ever today. I was going to make tea before I left, but I couldn't find the Pyrex. So I drove to D&D's and grabbed an iced mocha latte with whipped cream.
Chapter 10: "Fate and Her F*ckery"
07/26/08 (2:20am)
He's changed, you know? I mean, maybe it's the way he's always been, and I'm less blinded, now, but things are definitely different. That freaks the sh*t out of me.
F*ck.
See the situation I've gotten myself into?
F*ck.
F*CK.
I don't know how things will go from here, but I know I'm walking a thin line.
Chapter 11: "From the Top to the Bottom", or "My Life As a WonkaVator"
08/29/08
I'm so over it. I'm impossibly over it. I'd have better luck standing in a field with a knitting needle to attract lightning if I want sparks in my life.
Chapter 12: "How to Kill Yourself By Living", or "Everything Seems Better In the Dark"
09/15/08 (11:05pm)
UPDATE: Wednesday
F*ckall McGall came in an hour and a half late for the sendback... and screwed up one of the counts so bad that I had to search EVERY tote to find the discrepancy. He's SO not getting any more pages.
Chapter 13: "Heated Discussions and Cold Stares"
10/15/08 (3:23am)
Sunday after work, I went to see City of Ember. Really great concept of a dystopic society under threat of doom. And my personal first encounter with a star-nose mole. I wish I didn't go alone, but I swear I was willing to clutch the leg of Creepy Trenchcoat Guy for positive reinforcement against fear.
Chapter 14: "Farewells, Hellos, and the Happy In-Between", or, "What I Learn From the Elevator of Life"
12/31/08 (9:10pm)
My apologies, but due to constant procrastinations and ill planning on my own two parts, you won't be finished this year. I'd really rather stay and finish. No, I really rather would. But a friend's a friend.
I love you, Cib.
I love you so dearly.
Chapter 1: "Apex, Pit, and Plateau"
01/14/08
Speaking of dreams, I had one the other night about some kind of ward or something... I was kind of frantic because there was so much food and I was eating so much of it... cake and whatnot. Anyway, the significant part I remember is when I went up to this cart that had, like, breakfast cereal boxes. So I tried to pic one, but instead of cereal, there were snakes in the boxes. It was pretty crazy.
Chapter 2: "A Staggering Change of Pace"
03/07/08
Today is a tragic loss of happiness and I kind of want to kill myself a little. Work and a fall of insurmountably embarrassing proportions, home to take a nap and...
The nap just pretty much drained me of all my joy. It sucks.
Chapter 3: "What a Day For a Daydream"
03/27/08
I'm not sure why I refrained from telling you the best story there is to tell... And I'm not even sure if I should even tell you now. Perhaps is a fear that I'll jinx it. I mean, nothing between your pages leaks out, but saying it here makes things, I don't know, cement. I shouldn't be afraid to tell you, but I am. And when it's read in the future is the only time I'll even regret penning the words.
Chapter 4: "Broken Records Bear Repeating", or "How I Learned to Love Loneliness"
04-01-08
It's done. I'm glad. Once again, I'm on my own road with no hand to grasp. And it's really quite okay. I'm rather glad I didn't pour the details into your pages, as in the end, they weren't even worth it. What's done is done, and that's the way it should be. at least for now.
Moving on is easier when you're the one who wants to.
Chapter 5: "Happenstancism", or "Forty-three Ways to Change the World"
04/22/08 (about 2:30am)
My life is brilliant. My life is bold. My life is beyond all comprehension.
Unfortunately, my life starts tomorrow at about 9am, so sleep is trying to get some Brie and so am I.
Promises, promises to fill you in, but my status as a promise graveyard remains intact.
Chapter 6: "Inhale, Exhale"
05/07/08
Yeah, I like him, but honestly, there's no solid basis for me to start an infection of 'feelings'. I don't know. I guess it's better to let things roll and see where this ball stops.
I am so tired.
Chapter 7: "Phenomenon", or, "Doot doo doo-doo doot", or "Jacks In Boxes Don't Truly Know When Either"
05/29/08
The Stone Temple Pilots show was really good. I asked a random parking lot attendant for his hat, but it's job issued, so he offered me a hug instead. Cute, but a little odd. As though it wasn't odd for me to ask him for his hat. He crushed my body with the force of 75 wool sweaters.
Chapter 8: "An Object in Emotion"
07/04/08
I'm hoping I can do what I gotta do, but I don't even know what to do right now.
Chapter 9: "The Belly of the Beast"
07/09/08 (2:22am)
I went to Dunkin' Donuts for a coffee for MYSELF for the first time ever today. I was going to make tea before I left, but I couldn't find the Pyrex. So I drove to D&D's and grabbed an iced mocha latte with whipped cream.
Chapter 10: "Fate and Her F*ckery"
07/26/08 (2:20am)
He's changed, you know? I mean, maybe it's the way he's always been, and I'm less blinded, now, but things are definitely different. That freaks the sh*t out of me.
F*ck.
See the situation I've gotten myself into?
F*ck.
F*CK.
I don't know how things will go from here, but I know I'm walking a thin line.
Chapter 11: "From the Top to the Bottom", or "My Life As a WonkaVator"
08/29/08
I'm so over it. I'm impossibly over it. I'd have better luck standing in a field with a knitting needle to attract lightning if I want sparks in my life.
Chapter 12: "How to Kill Yourself By Living", or "Everything Seems Better In the Dark"
09/15/08 (11:05pm)
UPDATE: Wednesday
F*ckall McGall came in an hour and a half late for the sendback... and screwed up one of the counts so bad that I had to search EVERY tote to find the discrepancy. He's SO not getting any more pages.
Chapter 13: "Heated Discussions and Cold Stares"
10/15/08 (3:23am)
Sunday after work, I went to see City of Ember. Really great concept of a dystopic society under threat of doom. And my personal first encounter with a star-nose mole. I wish I didn't go alone, but I swear I was willing to clutch the leg of Creepy Trenchcoat Guy for positive reinforcement against fear.
Chapter 14: "Farewells, Hellos, and the Happy In-Between", or, "What I Learn From the Elevator of Life"
12/31/08 (9:10pm)
My apologies, but due to constant procrastinations and ill planning on my own two parts, you won't be finished this year. I'd really rather stay and finish. No, I really rather would. But a friend's a friend.
I love you, Cib.
I love you so dearly.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Ticking Time Bomb
Boyfriend says I'm like a really, really big bomb that has a really, really long fuse, and one day it's just going to be the last straw. Like, I suppose I've warned people that I only have so many straws and that I'm nearly out of them. I'm glad I gave that warning, because some people just don't, am I right? There they are, handing out their straws, and suddenly, they look down and there's only one in their hand. And then they want to get violent.
Not I. I have but seven straws left. Now I'll be selective about who gets them, but I'm just letting the world know I've nearly run out. Just be aware of that.
Unless you make potato soup. I can't really get mad at somebody who can manage a fine potato soup.
Not I. I have but seven straws left. Now I'll be selective about who gets them, but I'm just letting the world know I've nearly run out. Just be aware of that.
Unless you make potato soup. I can't really get mad at somebody who can manage a fine potato soup.
Friday, June 17, 2011
My Head Hurts...
I know I knew it before, and it's so funny that it still affects me, but every time my mother stresses me out, I start grinding my teeth in my sleep. Do you know how much force is exerted on your jaw when you grind your teeth? A lot of force. A lot of frkkn force. I don't remember the commercial for the mouth guards, but it's something like ten pounds or something. I'd be lying if I gave any number at all, but you get the point.
As I mentioned, I've been grinding my teeth at night, which makes waking up a real blast, you know? I just feel bright and cheery and full of love and sunshine and chirping birds are just flocking to my windowsill to sing at me in trills of frolicking joy. Yeah, I feel like THAT when I wake up.
So I'm stuck with this headache all the livelong day because I don't have 15 bucks to spare right now to buy a mouth guard, and I'm hoping I have the mental discipline to keep my tongue between my teeth like a mediator while I'm sleeping.
That's basically what I wanted to say.
Also, I can't believe I didn't catch a red zigzag under 'livelong', because who's used that term since... I don't know, Song of the South.
If you don't know what Song of the South is, maybe 'Zip a dee doo dah' will ring a bell?
As I mentioned, I've been grinding my teeth at night, which makes waking up a real blast, you know? I just feel bright and cheery and full of love and sunshine and chirping birds are just flocking to my windowsill to sing at me in trills of frolicking joy. Yeah, I feel like THAT when I wake up.
So I'm stuck with this headache all the livelong day because I don't have 15 bucks to spare right now to buy a mouth guard, and I'm hoping I have the mental discipline to keep my tongue between my teeth like a mediator while I'm sleeping.
That's basically what I wanted to say.
Also, I can't believe I didn't catch a red zigzag under 'livelong', because who's used that term since... I don't know, Song of the South.
If you don't know what Song of the South is, maybe 'Zip a dee doo dah' will ring a bell?
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
REAL Diary Entries by Brie Patrick
In case you notice a year missing, I can't seem to find 2005... Blah.
07/08/01
Dear Diary,
I have to tell you, I've developed a very healthy obsession with Linkin Park and a very obsessive crush on Mike Shinoda. Oh mylanta. I am so into him. *sigh* Mike Shinoda, you are mine.
10-08-02
Dear Cib,
Today we had to take the senior group photo and it was so cold. I was huddled with Luis and squatting. You can so not have a fat girl squatting for ten plus minutes- it's not kosher. Then, after the pictures were done, our legs hurt so bad so me and Luis were totally leaning on each other all the way to the cafeteria.
12/?/03
Dear Cib,
I bought a TV w/ a DVD player (plus a few DVDs) that has a HEADPHONE JACK! Lol I'm now watching TV at medium blast at 5 in the morning and nobody even knows I'm awake. So speaking of DVDs, I got the LINKIN PARK: LIVE IN TEXAS CD/DVD set!!! It was only 20 bucks and I love them. The Numb video is soooooo gooooood, and Mike looks so good. And I got a $5 posterboard of them at Janna's job!!! I love Mike. Anyway, like I said, it's 5 in the morning. I should get to sleep. Oh My God!! I have the same keyboard as Mike Shinoda!!! Well... almost... his is a Korg Triton, mine is a Korg Trinity. I'm in love *sigh*. To bed now, said the Bamboo Princess.
Sunday, January 25, 2004
Dear Cib,
Rosie stopped by the other day. We caught up on each other's lives and stuff. The next day she came over with Zanayah. She is so beautiful. Who knew Andre could help make that? We went and visited Mr. Most and Mrs. Skoglund. Very cool. After that we stopped by to see Janna and spent a good couple hours there.
4/20/06
Dear Cib,
Happy 420? Sheena picked me up last night and we drove through Meriden. We drove down that street next to the mall and I saw some kind of dead thing and freaked out. We both freaked out. It was insane; hilarious and insane.
3/20/07 It's about 2 am.
Dear Cib,
I should be out cold by now because I have to work for ten thousand years tomorrow, and come 6 am, I'll be screwed for sleep. Screwed.
I made breakfast for dinner like 6 hours ago, so I'm baking a potato and arranging a hostile takeover of the remaining sour cream. I'm gonna go eat and go to bed. Tomorrow's gonna be stress out the yang.
03/22/08
Okay, I'm surprised that I'm not super disturbed by it, but obviously it's not my number one fear. I was woken up by a tickle on my hand. Immediately. I pretty much just yelled at the mouse that was running down my blanket and under the closet door. Punk.
Update:MONDAY 06/22/09
I don't remember much. I'm pretty sure I stayed home all day... worked on my skirt, finished it, and started a second. Finished that nearly, and then worked on a new tutu- tuck and tie- and then cleared that away for a new blood pillow from the crimson chenille blanket. So comf. Now much better blood pool quality. Stayed up all night.
12/02/10 (10:57pm)
Dear Cib,
I was outside and I saw my very first shooting star! Really cool. The ceiling is so clear and the heavens were just waiting to give me a gift. Beautiful. I'm now in perfect comfort with my tea and my bagel, and my fuzzy socks, and you. It can't go wrong, really, and I won't let it. Work tomorrow, then a nap with my Love.
07/08/01
Dear Diary,
I have to tell you, I've developed a very healthy obsession with Linkin Park and a very obsessive crush on Mike Shinoda. Oh mylanta. I am so into him. *sigh* Mike Shinoda, you are mine.
10-08-02
Dear Cib,
Today we had to take the senior group photo and it was so cold. I was huddled with Luis and squatting. You can so not have a fat girl squatting for ten plus minutes- it's not kosher. Then, after the pictures were done, our legs hurt so bad so me and Luis were totally leaning on each other all the way to the cafeteria.
12/?/03
Dear Cib,
I bought a TV w/ a DVD player (plus a few DVDs) that has a HEADPHONE JACK! Lol I'm now watching TV at medium blast at 5 in the morning and nobody even knows I'm awake. So speaking of DVDs, I got the LINKIN PARK: LIVE IN TEXAS CD/DVD set!!! It was only 20 bucks and I love them. The Numb video is soooooo gooooood, and Mike looks so good. And I got a $5 posterboard of them at Janna's job!!! I love Mike. Anyway, like I said, it's 5 in the morning. I should get to sleep. Oh My God!! I have the same keyboard as Mike Shinoda!!! Well... almost... his is a Korg Triton, mine is a Korg Trinity. I'm in love *sigh*. To bed now, said the Bamboo Princess.
Sunday, January 25, 2004
Dear Cib,
Rosie stopped by the other day. We caught up on each other's lives and stuff. The next day she came over with Zanayah. She is so beautiful. Who knew Andre could help make that? We went and visited Mr. Most and Mrs. Skoglund. Very cool. After that we stopped by to see Janna and spent a good couple hours there.
4/20/06
Dear Cib,
Happy 420? Sheena picked me up last night and we drove through Meriden. We drove down that street next to the mall and I saw some kind of dead thing and freaked out. We both freaked out. It was insane; hilarious and insane.
3/20/07 It's about 2 am.
Dear Cib,
I should be out cold by now because I have to work for ten thousand years tomorrow, and come 6 am, I'll be screwed for sleep. Screwed.
I made breakfast for dinner like 6 hours ago, so I'm baking a potato and arranging a hostile takeover of the remaining sour cream. I'm gonna go eat and go to bed. Tomorrow's gonna be stress out the yang.
03/22/08
Okay, I'm surprised that I'm not super disturbed by it, but obviously it's not my number one fear. I was woken up by a tickle on my hand. Immediately. I pretty much just yelled at the mouse that was running down my blanket and under the closet door. Punk.
Update:MONDAY 06/22/09
I don't remember much. I'm pretty sure I stayed home all day... worked on my skirt, finished it, and started a second. Finished that nearly, and then worked on a new tutu- tuck and tie- and then cleared that away for a new blood pillow from the crimson chenille blanket. So comf. Now much better blood pool quality. Stayed up all night.
12/02/10 (10:57pm)
Dear Cib,
I was outside and I saw my very first shooting star! Really cool. The ceiling is so clear and the heavens were just waiting to give me a gift. Beautiful. I'm now in perfect comfort with my tea and my bagel, and my fuzzy socks, and you. It can't go wrong, really, and I won't let it. Work tomorrow, then a nap with my Love.
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