Of Lost and Pygmy Marmosets

It's freezing in front of me because the AC is on, even though I'm wearing a pink snuggie.

I got my sister's wireless internet to work!! That means regular blog posts!!!

So here we go!

A regular post!

Give me a minute to think!

OH RIGHT, LOST!!!

I am aware that the show Lost is well and done, but some sane people in this world have not watched a single episode of it because we acknowledge that we have too many addictions as is, and do not need to heap that much more anxiety on our metaphorical plates.

Knowing the advantage to starting a series after it's all well and done is how quickly you can go through it, a few friends and I decided to pop our Lost cherries, and watch it on Hulu (the entire series of Lost is available on http://www.hulu.com until December 31st, 2010, so get on that, yo!).

We've decided to do four episodes a day, which means we should be done sometime at the end of next month. Funtimes!

Have you ever seen a pygmy marmoset? They're adorable. Look it up.

Shlickyshlickyshwack

My favorite word when I was fifteen was "sublime." I hadn't heard of the band yet, because I was still very CCM, but I probably would have been obsessed with them if I had.

There's something about being a freaky eccentric non-Taylor-Swift fifteen year old that makes you emotional, stoic, and very into the dark and mysterious world of words and poetry and tragedy. Yes. You are both emotional and stoic.

It's circumstantial.

So there we are.

When I was sixteen I had moved to a new state and was still very "into" vampires. Ohhhh yes. I was/am a Twilight person. Anyway, because I loved vampires I would wear my black and red rockstar clothes with my hair all crazy and awesome, and dark rings of eyeliner with bright red lipstick.

Like two weeks later girls started to do the eyeliner/bright-red-lipstick thing. Copying? Maybe. Was I a narcissistic bitch about it? A little.

When I was ten I was a severe Christian who hated Halloween and anything not God-related.

I'll be twenty in August.

I expect I'll love throwing outfits together and wearing clunky random jewelry and throwing my hair up in different decades. And I'll be writing, and watching (not to sound like a creepy stalker or anything). I think that I'd like to go to Italy or France next year. Africa is still a definite destination. And I'm coming to love Spain too.

I don't know what this post is about, really.

LOL, FER SHERIOUS YO.