I hate that when I’m in Shepparton I feel helpless. I feel trapped. I feel I have no control over anything and now that I am stuck here till God knows when it’s like living on the verge of a constant anxiety attack.
I know my parents love having me here, but it is difficult to keep up the pretense of everything being ok when I can barely walk or drive and am basically a prisoner in what was once my home.
Watching repeats of “The Big Bang Theory” is not how I wish to live my life.
| Alan: | "Doors are generally 78 inches long, average doors." |
| Jo Brand: | "What? All doors?" |
| Alan: | "Yeah, give or take." |
| Jo Brand: | "How do you know that?" |
| Alan: | "Bought a door recently." |
I have to say, I was pretty excited tonight. I finally got a chance to sit down and watch”Any Questions for Ben”. Now, I was excited for two reasons:
1. Josh Lawson is an absolute babe.
2. My friends band was on the soundtrack.
Now, I remember this bands first incarnation as “Noodles Romanoff and the Flustered Peacocks”. That was back when I was thirteen, fourteen. They have had many lives. From Noodles to Ryan Meeking and the Better Health, Ryan Meeking and the Few, Ryan Meeking and now Whitaker. They released their first full album this year.
I am so proud of Ryan and Simon, two local boys and two of the loveliest people I have ever met.
Well Done Boys
xxx
Getting my cotume together for a Rocky Horror party this weekend… How short is too short with short shorts?
| Alan: | "So, we've all got a Cuckoo in our pants then?" |
| Stephen: | "Well, with a bit of luck, yes. If we're all wearing pants. You see, the Greek for Cuckoo is -" |
| Alan: | "Bumhole?" |
| Stephen: | "What did Marie Curie have two of?" |
| Alan: | "Lesbians?" |
| Stephen: | "Who is this?" |
| Alan: | "Eros." |
| *BUZZER GOES OFF* | |
| Stephen: | "Well, thank you for falling into our little heffalump trap there. Um, it's actually the "Angel of Christian Charity". |
| Alan: | "Eros." |
| Stephen: | "Eros was the Greek God of Love. This is the Angel of Christian Charity." |
| Alan: | "Why does it called Eros then?" |
I kind of thought that I was better. That all was well. And now here I am, sitting alone, feeling like shit. Feeling the same way I did last time, just before it got worse. It has been over 12 months and I am so fucking scared that it is coming back. I don’t want those days when I couldn’t get out of bed, I don’t want those nights when I cry till 2am and I don’t want all these insecurities to come back. But they are. I haven’t had an anxiety attack in 12 months. I’ve had three in the past six weeks. I don’t like talking to people about it, because I feel that they think I’m being an attention seeker. I don’t want people to judge me. I don’t want people to see me as weak. I hate feeling hopeless.
It seems my every insecurity is playing up. I’m over analysing everything and making life a lot more difficult for myself than it’s worth.I want to cry, over nothing. Big things aren’t going to change in a week. Big emotions aren’t going to suddenly dissapear in a week. So, why do I think that it will? He’s not going to fall madly in love with a girl in Adelaide and forget about me all of a sudden… Is he?
I hate that I’m going through this angsty teenage shit now. I’m 22 years old. It should be so much easier. Why is it so hard for people to get together? It should just be, “Hey, I like you!” “Hey, I like you too! Let’s get together!”
But it isn’t. It’s this whole fucking game, where you can’t show you’re “too keen” or any form of interest because that will scare them off. All I really want to do is talk to him and ask to catch up soon, but instead, I’m waiting till Sunday, just incase, because heaven forbid the guy knows I like him. It isn’t the be all and end all of my life, so why does it feel like it?
A week feels like an eternity.
| Stephen: | "Do you know of another mammal that lays eggs?" |
| Alan: | "An alligator?" |
| Stephen: | "No, a mammal." |
| Alan: | "Alright then..." |
Zac Efron may not want to be your teenage crush anymore but damn does he look adorable.
(via oldfilmsflicker)
