(A screen still of Dr. Gregory House (Hugh Laurie) from the season finale of House season six)
How wonderful, are this man’s eyes. I really do think he has the loveliest eyes in the whole wide world. They just put a smile on my face.
ATTENTION: Anyone who wants to watch Lost or hasn’t completely caught up with the episodes or hasn’t watched the season finale, this could possibly spoil it for you. Consider yourself warned.
“Guys, where are we?”
It’s the beginning of the end. The four and a half hour end, that is. Lost: The show with an endless supply of torches and guns, where somehow everyone is an expert tracker and they all know how to trek through the forest like they’ve lived there for years. The secrets of Lost are being unraveled. Turns out Sayid(Naveen Andrews), in real life has an English accent, who knew? You gotta love people who secretly have English accents, I know I do.
“Stay puff, Mr.Clean, Kenny Rogers, Jumbo-Tron, Blondie, Freckles.”
God love Sawyer. He has great hair, no matter how long he’s on an Island, his hair is always perfect. It’s really quite fantastic, I must say. The nicknames, the guns, the cons, they won’t be forgotten.
“If we don’t live together, we’re gonna die alone.”
Oh Jack… Oh Jack… We’re going to miss you, it’s true. Six years, it’s been since you first said that. Good job being a leader.
Charlie: So, first plane crash?
Claire: What gave it away?
Charlie: Eh, you can always spot the newbies.
Charlie… You all everybody. I cried my soul out when Charlie died. Not Penny’s Boat. And Claire, even though you’re crazy, you’re still in my top ten characters for sure. I’m so glad you’re still alive. Charlie, too is one of my top ten, although deceased, there still lies a special place in my heart. I hope the fictional love will live on forever.
“See ya in another life, brotha’”
Desmond, Desmond, Desmond. He’s the constant. And now in the final season he’s just gotten cooler then he already was. If he was real… I would want to love him.
“My name is Henry Gail, I’m from Minnesota”
Benjamin Linus, is my favorite character in the entire world. I never stopped loving Ben. I must say, even when he sadly let his own daughter die, killed all of his people with poison gas, suffocated Locke and murdered Jacob, I think he pays for it by being the most beaten upon character in television history. I almost want to make a post only about what Ben says. Or just only about Ben.
Libby: You don’t remember me, do you?
Hurley: Should I?
Well… Huzzah! I go to watch the season finale of Lost. Let’s all go to the event of the evening…
Uncovered some old photographs earlier this day and such.
Not sure why I like this one so much. It just… had a feel to it.
No one can resist a good door, right?
Needles. Gotta love ‘em.
And a lovely drawing made over four days of boredom and primal need to unleash my inner psychotic self.
When my mind was not as now,
Easy to deceive.
I talked to you many times,
Messing up fate.
You would care like lovers should,
Tricking me.
You danced around my heart,
Tangling with veins.
We could not stop living in
The depths of imagination.
Two foolish teens, with so much
Pain and excitement.
In recent months, I loved my friend, you.
I always thought, staying silent.
Running far away I always looked back.
Searched for, days and more days, I could not be seen.
In the weeks, I didn’t protest.
I yearned for our paths to tangle by chance.
Forever and forever and for now.
Need I look any further?
Recently you left me,
To brighten her beautiful dreams,
To her heart of happy days,
And you shall never return.
The silence is deafening noise to me.
You took sanity when you fled.
With new people my memories are here,
All of your memories.
Drowning in unbearable depth.
The snow clears soon in the winter.
By heat.
The frightening winds are all ready,
To blow strong.
If you should come to my garden,
Of imagination and life,
Please, inform me first,
So I remember to lock the door.
(Written January 2008)
I thought it seemed… Strangely fitting, although I am under drastically different circumstances.
Cleanliness is bliss.
Bliss is a great word.
I do love that word.
These are the teeth I drew for my lovely Johanna.
They’re seemingly vampire teeth… Or just someone with exceedingly sharpened Lateral Incisors. It’s without a doubt up for interpretation.
I’ve been reading a fair amount recently. These… books. A series, believe it or not. Regarding a woman named Eve Dallas. I am not especially fond of the name but it suits her well.
School, it’s gonna be over soon. Won’t that just make things. It will.
I’ve been reading and writing, and removing excerpts of my reading and writing, that were outwardly interesting.
Not hearing voices.
Not seeing dead.
Not tasting colors.
Not feeling dread.
I thought about this long and hard, although I only wrote it in mere seconds months ago. “Not hearing voices” If you were hearing voices that would most likely point to Schizophrenia. “Not seeing dead” If you were seeing dead you would most likely and hopefully hallucinating which could also be a symptom of a fair few psychological disorders. “Not tasting colors” Obviously, if you were tasting colors you would be a synesthete. “Not feeling dread” You could either A. Be emotionless. B. Not have any dread to feel or C. You could just… I don’t know, have something wrong, or right. Who Knows?
I was thinking, maybe it’s just me but I am pretty right.
Well, that was fun…
My composition for music class.
It’s a waltz… Aaaaand, somehow I have to relate it to my thoughts on Minnesota. So… We’ll see how that one works out.
You’ll sure as heck need it.
Oh, goodness gracious.
I shuffle my I-tunes as I organize and re-organize my room and one song ends and another starts.
“Harry was particularly keen to avoid trouble with his aunt and uncle at the moment as they were already in an especially bad mood with him all because he’d recieved a telephone call from a fellow wizard one week into the school vacation.”
Chapter 01B Owl Post
The sound of one of the Harry Potter books comes out of my speakers.
The only still remaining part of my intense Harry Potter book on CD phase.
That sure made my day.
And this is the melodic solar system. Although I must admit after listening to mercury for over 1000 years as I waited for Pluto to complete a trip around the sun I began to get annoyed and my ears continue to wring.
Sometimes I want to say things to people and I feel that if I did, problems would arise so I restrain myself, although hard sometimes, it really is for the better I would assume.
On a… More interesting and probably happier in the long run note, my Mod Cloth sweater finally came in the mail today. I have been waiting for this for… A long while now.
And in a rush yesterday evening from seeing a butterfly, running upstairs to grab my camera and quickly shooting it (with a camera) before it flew away into the sunset I captured quite the picture of my little flying critter. Added a little edge blur voilà!
I am on my knee’s and the water creeps to my chest.
The sky above us shoots to kill.
Rain down, Rain down on me.
http://www.lyricsreg.com/lyrics/mumford+and+sons/Thistle+and+Weeds/
