Super Jessie

I love Alias, oh yeah I do

Alias is genius. Honestly, I love that programme! Things that make it good:
1. Jennifer Garner rocks
2. Michael Vartan is completely gorgeous
3. So is David Anders who appears in the second series
4. So is Will Tippin
5. It's really smart, sometimes confusing, but always makes some sort of sense
6. They have great plot-lines, which aren't stolen from other shows
7. It has some humour, which is always good, even if it is very serious in other parts
8. It makes you want more.

I want series three! *Wails* give it to me now!

Yeah, er anyway... I feel ill. I've eaten too much chocolate cake. I feel slightly like Bruce Bogtrotter. Apart from the fact that I am not as ugly as hell's arse, and wear stripey sailor shirts.

Urgh, my family are really pissing me off. They can be nice sometimes, but the second they hear something they don't like, or doesn't include them, or whatever, they turn on me are complete bastards. I wish I was eighteen. That'd mean University, and debts. Wooh for Uni, poo for debts. But hey- I'm getting a job! You never know- I might make enough money to pay for... what could I buy for Uni? Hmmm, probably nothing. Ah well- thank God I don't have to pay for it myself.

The computer is making weird noises... I'm tempted to smack it, but I'll more than likely break it. Not that I care- it would mean we could get a ew one, but then I'd have to pay for it, so no. There are always flaws in my plans. I'm getting bored with what to write. I'd rather be on a speed boat right now, zooming down Salcombe estuary. Eh, a month and I'll be doing that hopefully!

It smells of cat food in my room. I have no idea why, I'm just sitting here typing this, and I can smell it. Gross... (yeah, I have the family laptop in my room, if Rach was wondering).
I think I'm going insane. I can't explain it, and I won't anyway. I just have a feeling. I know I have mental problems. I tand to cry randomly at times, and cry at least once a day, and sometimes it's over nothing, or is completely trivial. And I always think about ways to kill myself. The less painful are taking an overdose, a suicide pill (but where would I get one from?) and going to sleep and someone killing me somehow without my knowledge. Yeah, I'm warped. I always think about it though. I can't help it. I sometimes just get really unhappy. Sometimes? I mean all the time. I might seem bright and cheerful when I'm around people or whatever, but inside I feel compressed and sad.

Anyways, I'll go with my deadening thoughts...

written on 2004-06-19@2:28 p.m.

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