i'm lost.
So here i am.
Updating this livejournal at 430 in the anti meridian if you catch my drift. And by drift i really mean the drift of the tides as they ebb and flow on "LOST"--the most addicting show on television that i've been watching for six straight hours with courtney. Here i sit, now, alone in my room pondering not only what my life has become...but how the hell i could let myself become so entranced by this she-devil of a show.
Curse you, Lost. You've captured my attention and I CANT STOP WATCHING. This is why, fucking Josh hufton, i didn't begin to watch in the first place. It's like a fucking soap opera with the added drama of a plane crash, a "deserted"--not so deserted wink wink--island, a huge fricken monster and the crazy people that survived! WHAT THE FUCK?
If this was not sad enough, my friends...I have a 7 am lacrosse practice this morning. In..oh...two and a half hours. WHAT have i DONE!
Apart from Lost, nothing else even remotely fascinating has been happening in my life. Though i have a single, (sweeeeet), it's already trashed. And by trashed i mean very very very messy because i am a big fat really big fat slob. I really feel badly for my future roomate. Its getting to be a serious problem.
The messiness as well as my increasing sleep insomnia.
Good news: I once again have the free reign to play Ocarina of Time and save hyrule.
Bad news: None of this makes me any less of the biggest addicted junk tv addict SLASH loser on the planet.
Good night and have a great day.
Updating this livejournal at 430 in the anti meridian if you catch my drift. And by drift i really mean the drift of the tides as they ebb and flow on "LOST"--the most addicting show on television that i've been watching for six straight hours with courtney. Here i sit, now, alone in my room pondering not only what my life has become...but how the hell i could let myself become so entranced by this she-devil of a show.
Curse you, Lost. You've captured my attention and I CANT STOP WATCHING. This is why, fucking Josh hufton, i didn't begin to watch in the first place. It's like a fucking soap opera with the added drama of a plane crash, a "deserted"--not so deserted wink wink--island, a huge fricken monster and the crazy people that survived! WHAT THE FUCK?
If this was not sad enough, my friends...I have a 7 am lacrosse practice this morning. In..oh...two and a half hours. WHAT have i DONE!
Apart from Lost, nothing else even remotely fascinating has been happening in my life. Though i have a single, (sweeeeet), it's already trashed. And by trashed i mean very very very messy because i am a big fat really big fat slob. I really feel badly for my future roomate. Its getting to be a serious problem.
The messiness as well as my increasing sleep insomnia.
Good news: I once again have the free reign to play Ocarina of Time and save hyrule.
Bad news: None of this makes me any less of the biggest addicted junk tv addict SLASH loser on the planet.
Good night and have a great day.