lost season finale
Sep. 14th, 2005 10:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
escritoireazulWatching Lost's season finale for the first time. Yes, I know I'm a horrible fan.
WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME SAWYER SINGS BOB MARLEY?!
God, that's that, I like him. Damn. I knew there was a reason I'd not watched this season finale yet.
Shannon keeping all Boone's clothes. "I need these things, I can't just leave them." Oh lord, I think I'm going to bawl. Oh Shannon, I hated you, but lately you've made me like you. Damn all of you, damn you Sawyer and Shannon. Don't make me like you.
I love you, Hurley. I've always loved you, though, so I don't hate you for making me love you.
Woah, Locke and dynamite, disturbingly hot. Locke I've loved you from the beginning, too. So creepy and fabulous.
Crazy French Woman wants to hold the baby. "You don't want me to hold him?" "Of course I don't, you're a little bit psycho, bitch."
I have watched Jurassic Park a few too many times. I keep expecting to see a foot come down in front of Locke while he looks for the invisible monster. Wiat. What? Terrified-face Locke and no monster image? UNFAIR!
Dude, Hurley has to buy two tickets. Poor guy. When traveling with J., we've had to do that too.
Oh poor Locke, he had to be carried on the plane. I feel for him so much. How awful it must have felt, to be turned down for his trip and then carried to the plane. No wonder he feels like he does about the island. (I knew this already, but it still awes me. His story is one of my favorites.)
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, I knew it, I knew it. Walt, they wanted Walt and oh my god Sawyer was shot and OH MY GOD I AM SO GLAD I DID NOT WATCH THIS AT THE END OF THE SEASON HOW DID YOU PEOPLE MAKE IT ALL SUMMER?
I don't think I can make it to next week.
My DVDs need to get here right now. I want to write fic about something in the penultimate episode and I want to do it before I'm jossed by the new season and by god I want the DVDs right now. I need something to keep me from counting every freaking second between now and 24 September.
Went to the store to find items for the holiday, in particular nail polish, trainers, dress shoes, and plain black pants. Came home with new trainers (score! finally and they are shiny blue) and a handful of t-shirts on sale, mostly about surfing. I love surfing. Also they were on sale and therefore cheap, so when I can't wear them anymore in a few months I will not mourn passing them on. (Actually, I will, but because they are so cool, not because they were expensive).
I've pretty much given up on dress pants and shoes. I will wear boots and jeans and if the clubs don't want to let me in, screw them. Sorry, Sarah. I will look cute from the waist up, I promise.
In a non-fandom, non-fun note, I have a headache. Bed time.
WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME SAWYER SINGS BOB MARLEY?!
God, that's that, I like him. Damn. I knew there was a reason I'd not watched this season finale yet.
Shannon keeping all Boone's clothes. "I need these things, I can't just leave them." Oh lord, I think I'm going to bawl. Oh Shannon, I hated you, but lately you've made me like you. Damn all of you, damn you Sawyer and Shannon. Don't make me like you.
I love you, Hurley. I've always loved you, though, so I don't hate you for making me love you.
Woah, Locke and dynamite, disturbingly hot. Locke I've loved you from the beginning, too. So creepy and fabulous.
Crazy French Woman wants to hold the baby. "You don't want me to hold him?" "Of course I don't, you're a little bit psycho, bitch."
I have watched Jurassic Park a few too many times. I keep expecting to see a foot come down in front of Locke while he looks for the invisible monster. Wiat. What? Terrified-face Locke and no monster image? UNFAIR!
Dude, Hurley has to buy two tickets. Poor guy. When traveling with J., we've had to do that too.
Oh poor Locke, he had to be carried on the plane. I feel for him so much. How awful it must have felt, to be turned down for his trip and then carried to the plane. No wonder he feels like he does about the island. (I knew this already, but it still awes me. His story is one of my favorites.)
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, I knew it, I knew it. Walt, they wanted Walt and oh my god Sawyer was shot and OH MY GOD I AM SO GLAD I DID NOT WATCH THIS AT THE END OF THE SEASON HOW DID YOU PEOPLE MAKE IT ALL SUMMER?
I don't think I can make it to next week.
My DVDs need to get here right now. I want to write fic about something in the penultimate episode and I want to do it before I'm jossed by the new season and by god I want the DVDs right now. I need something to keep me from counting every freaking second between now and 24 September.
Went to the store to find items for the holiday, in particular nail polish, trainers, dress shoes, and plain black pants. Came home with new trainers (score! finally and they are shiny blue) and a handful of t-shirts on sale, mostly about surfing. I love surfing. Also they were on sale and therefore cheap, so when I can't wear them anymore in a few months I will not mourn passing them on. (Actually, I will, but because they are so cool, not because they were expensive).
I've pretty much given up on dress pants and shoes. I will wear boots and jeans and if the clubs don't want to let me in, screw them. Sorry, Sarah. I will look cute from the waist up, I promise.
In a non-fandom, non-fun note, I have a headache. Bed time.
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Date: 2005-09-15 04:00 am (UTC)