OK. So I was all up into "Lost" season one. Obsessive. Then season two rolled around and I became sort of "Whah? Meh? GAH?" and swore off it. Well, of late, there's been nothing quite so good on Thursday nights...plus I've had nothing to do but read recaps on Television Without Pity at work...so J.J. Abrams and his minions have managed to suck me back in. PLUS, Lurrrver17 is all into it and we totally need something to talk about that's like...age appropriate. So. We're totally going to bond now over the...
TOTAL HEARTBREAK AND SADNESS that was last night's episode. Why you gotta play me like that "Lost"? WHY!? Don't mess with Sun and Jin. I LOVE SUN AND JIN and now you have made me full of rage and bitterness. Plus, that Juliet ho looks like a duck. A plastic surgery-fied duck. I really, like, can't even stand to look at her. And now with the whole Jack kissing business? I am even more disgusted by her duckbill lips and her watery duck-like eyes. She's bad news. I'm serious. RUN AWAY JACK. FAR, FAR AWAY.
So after being made to cry REAL TEARS by effing "LOST" I just stayed parked on the couch to watch that new show Eli Stone, both because I was bored, and also because Johnny Lee Miller is completely adorable. (Trainspotting? Sick Boy? BEST EVER.) Um? That show? HAD ME SOBBING by the end. SOBBING. At a poor man's Ally McBeal + Jesus show. See, there was this kid and his mom died and yadda yadda. So I cried Poor Kid With Dead Mom Who Gives Meaningful Books to Eli Stone as Thank You Gifts tears. It was seriously a low point for me.
I think I have unresolved issues.
Speaking of Trainspotting? Which I kind of was, but sort of wasn't. I had this British pen-pal when I was in HS named Simon (no, I am not joking) and we loved Trainspotting. He totally sent me the soundtrack on cassette because he rocked. Oh, Simon. I wish I ran away to England to watch X-Files on VHS and go to University with you. Le sigh. And also? Speaking of movies that defined my young adolescent life? I fell asleep watching "The Crow". Ok you guys. Seriously, how awesome is that movie. I remember I taped it off of HBO and watched it all the time in like my dreary dark basement weeping for Brandon Lee and the many injustices of life and middle school. Also that soundtrack was on repeat in my disc-man. Seriously. Incidentally, I have been told I look like Brandon Lee. I'm not sure how to take that. With the face paint? Without? Do I look mannish? I'm not sure.
Then I dreamed crow-like dreams.
(That was a line from that song by The Cure that was on "The Crow" soundtrack...in case you didn't pick up on it. I just wanted you to be clear, because you know I thought it was pretty witty and I'm kind of proud of it.)