alentines Day is fast approaching and also the final season of LOST is upon us and a few things dawned on me: the creators of LOST are never, ever going to answer my questions about the show even though they have been promising to do so for 6 years. Im developing an increasing suspicion that the "answers" that will "tie up" the shows plot in the end are going to be something that totally pisses me off, like some dude waking up and realizing the whole thing was a fucked-up dream. And, so help me, if they do something like that I will FUCK. THE. FUCKING. GROUND. UP. Anywho. Im also developing an increasing suspicion that, like LOST, I will never ever understand relationships and those alien creatures we call men. Not that there is anything to be worried about between Seamus and I, its just, you know, a mystery how it all works. Sometimes I feel very much like I am stranded on an island, and that Ive traveled back in time (reverting back to childish ways and -maybe- tantrums), thinking that Ive got some aspect figured out only to discover some unexpected plot-twist, and etc. No smoke monsters, though. Well, unless you considered school and homework the magical smoke monster of my life, lurking in some cave, waiting to come out and ruin the party.
At any rate, I dont understand much of either one. All I know is that I love them both, even if they make me want to tear my hair out at times.
P.S. Have you seen Lamebook.com? Its my favorite.
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