well, last night was supposed to be spent at Urban Lounge dancing to this band:
but I seem to have misplaced my driver's license (my bets would be on the floor at W Lounge...). So instead last night was spent frantically searching, pouting and finally giving up and watching Lost. I pouted extra long because Dave got us on the list, so not only would it have been a great show, it would have been a FREE show.When you are a poor kid like I am, entertainment comes from one source: free things. Luckily, even though the show was a bust, there on top of the television sat Season 3 of Lost. We decided very recently that we should become fanatic followers of at least one TV show (all in the name of alleviating boredom, I regret it now) and settled on Lost, for the cult-like devotion it seems to bring out in others. So, two weeks ago we pooled our money, stole Dave's room mates Blockbuster card (as we are both lifetime members of the banned-from-Blockbuster-club...oops) and rented the first season. I will give everyone reading a moment to preemptively decide if this was a good or bad decision. GO.
If you watch Lost, you said bad decision and you were right. Every free hour since then has been devoted to Lost. Only, we have no one else to talk about it with because we are so far behind and, as a result, found ourselves having half-hour long conversations with each other about the pros and cons of Kate and Jack's relationship/how hot Sawyer looks with glasses (okay that was mostly me)/the metaphors of Lost that can be applied to life...you get the idea. When I heard on the news that a plane had crashed over the ocean and was missing, I literally yelped "LOST!" as I frantically searched for my phone to call Dave. I dream in Lost-style plots, starring characters in Lost. When I found out Dave had a polar bear costume in his possession, instead of questioning it, I immediately began planning a Lost-themed costume party. It got so bad that we had to take a three-day break and re-evaluate the amount of time we we were devoting to staring at a television.
Anyway, this story really has no conclusion, as I am still obsessed with Lost. But if anyone has any ideas for activities that poor kids can do that do not involve Jack, Kate, Locke, Sawyer, Juliet, Ben, Desmond, Charlie, Claire, Jin or Sun...please, let me know.
