Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight things:
1. What in the heck has happened to Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen? They used to be so cute. What's going on?
http://community.livejournal.com/hires_hotties/1637370.html They still money, right? Can they not afford good clothes and decent dye jobs? Because they look terrible.
2. I love Prison Break. I love Wentworth Miller. I love Sarah Wayne Callies. Watch:
Aren't they just the cutest?
3. I finished Prison Break season 1 today. And oh my goodness. I cannot wait for season 2. When does it start here? Tomorrow? Yes please. I want it to start now, dammit. Poor Sara. She really does like him, huh? And I love this:
Sara: I was part of your plan. Was it all an act?
Michael: At first, yes. I needed to be here. But then I wanted to be here. With you.
Sara: Right.
Michael: And it’s killing me to know that you’ll never believe that.
4. Veronica Mars is on tonight. YAIYzies. Uh... Versatile Toppings. Hmmmm... sounds interesting... :)
5. It seems that I like numbering things. *g*
6.
. I've just been thinking about things, and I need something to take up my time. I need a job, really bad. I don't know what's going on with the job at school, cause my "boss" doesn't communicate properly. I didn't get the job that I went for on Monday (a trainee receptionist at an elderly home place), not that I wanted it, but wahtever.
It seems like the only thing that's keeping me happy right now is Prison Break. It just seems like I'm depressed all the time. I know why. It's obvious, but it's not just the fact that I have no idea whether I was raped or not, it's like, what if I never remember? Will it always be in the back of my head? I just want to know for sure. Sure, it'll be so bad if soemthing did happen to me, but it's worse not knowing. What if it's at the back of my mind for the rest of my life? And you know what? It's not even at the back of my mind. It's right at the front. I think about it every single day. I can't sope with it. I really need to speak to a counsellor or something, but I don't know what to say. I hate talking about it. But I know that it's bad to just keep it bottled up inside me.
I hate feeling that I may never remember. Because Sarah only remembered, what? 15 years later. I know this sounds a little selfish, but what if something happened to me when I was little and I never remember.
I'm so sick of feeling like this. I hate it. And I hate him for doing this to my family. How could someone possibly do something like that to another human being? Let alone his 5 year old neice? Not once, but a number of times, over years. How could someone even think about doing something like that?
It makes me sick. Everytime I think about it, I want to vomit. No, it makes me naucious. And since I think about it everyday, I feel sick everyday. I want it to go away. I don't want to think about it any more. I need help. I'm afraid to ask for help because that makes me think that I'm weak or something, and I don't want to feel weak. I'm just so angry and sad and...
I don't deserve this.
7. Where's
celtic-sky? Has anyone heard from her? Hmmm... I'm a little worried. I want Shannon back. *sniff sniff* Where are you?
8. I want a new mood theme. Prison Break, maybe.