Here's how my evening went: I threw a load of laundry in around 6:45 pm. The load included sheets for my bed. I started watching LOST. I got lost in the show (no pun intended). The show ended at 10:00 pm. I realized I had forgotten about my laundry. I put my damp laundry in the dryer. It is now 10:17 and the dryer will be going for quite some time...until past my bedtime for a school night.
So, do I wait for the sheets in the dryer or dig up another set of sheets that won't be as great and go to bed now? A tough decision. Instead of making that decision, I have decided to jot down some random thoughts on my blog. Random they shall be.
First of all, LOST is crazy. As I was watching the first episode of the final season tonight, multiple thoughts flickered across my brain such as, "Do I really like this show?", "What in the world?", "I don't get it.", and the like. You tell me. Does that sound like a show worth watching? It makes one wonder.
Well, I think it is. You see, LOST hits a deep nerve with me. In watching the chaos and intense emotions that swell from each episode, I am reminded of how messy life is. The mind-bending plot mirrors the unreal twists and turns that real life take. Why is it that we expect a television show to make perfect sense when life itself rarely does?
Furthermore, LOST is continuing to cultivate the good vs. evil theme that always makes drama appealing. It is becoming more and more apparent that there will arise a clear force of good and an equally though frightening clear force of evil on the island. The conflict will be daunting. The battle will only be in a matter of time. This is my prediction. This is why LOST is compelling.
So, while I have no clue what is going on after watching a confusing sequence (if it can even be called a sequence) of events, I will definitely be watching the show next week.
While I wish to write something even more profound at this moment, I am afraid that my green gum is growing stale, my eyelids are drooping, and my unmade bed is calling my name. Teaching is never as smooth when I run on little sleep. I must pull myself away...
2 comments:
Sometimes I intentionaly don't get my sheets done...cuz I always pull out my sleeping bag when i don't get my bed made...and when I sleep in my sleeping bag, i feel like everything is right in the world.
Always have a backup--ie, an extra pair of clean sheets, another stick of gum, and another episode of LOST.
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