Well Hello, ThereSo my suspicions were confirmed and one burning question answered in the very beginning of this season of Lost. Sometime last season, I noticed that each season focuses on another group of people and their relationship with the Survivors. Season 1 was the Survivors themselves, 2 was the Tail Section Survivors, 3 was The Others, 4 was the people from the freighter, and 5 was the Dharma Initiative. I've been wondering since who the fifth season might focus on, all the while secretly hoping that they didn't break this chain and kill this cool theory.Luckily, the temple people showed up just for my enjoyment! Look at that list and try not to think, "Jesus, there's a lot of fucking people on that impossible-to-find goddamn island." Anyhoo, hey guys. I got like halfway through January without a journal and just decided to go the whole month without one for the pure hell of it. Also, lazy. Christmas was good. Got a Droid Eris and a new stereo (with a CD player and aux. port and cable) and speakers from my dad. And a bunch of obviously overshadowed stuff from other people, too. I've got the stereo and back speakers installed (since the former back ones were half-shot) so far, and the Droid has already needed one factory reset. So yay. New Year's party was great. I had much more fun than usual. Finally got make my drink for everyone, with a minor adjustment. The drink, if I haven't mentioned, is Tropic Fuel. One part Mtn. Dew Game Fuel (orange can), one part Malibu Coconut. But they've stopped making Game Fuel again, so I substituted regular Mtn. Dew and mango mixer, which actually turned out really well. I had several girls asking me to make them some, which on one hand doesn't bode well for the already not-very-manly-sounding drink, but on the other hand... chicks, man. Actually got on pretty well with Amanda Eyre. Usually we have nothing to talk about, but after making Makeshift Tropic Fuel for her and her sister, and finding her a Mike's Hard Pomegranate Lemonade and taking care of myself in the meantime, boom, instant conversation. For some reason, I kept getting offered stuff too. Like, everyone showed up to this one. The most ever. It was crowded as fuck. We put out the fireplace because everyone's heat by itself was too much for the basement and the door had to be opened to the freezing cold. And lots of people BYOB'd. Off the top of my head, I remember Katlynn bringing Pirate Jenny and offering me some, Chris Dahlberg bringing something that tasted like cough syrup and offering me some, and Terrance bringing a bunch of stuff that I had to get into because. Speaking of not really having a segue but the close proximity of these subjects'll make you laugh, I got another kidney stone! Score! That's, like, four that have been bad enough for me to really notice, so thanks a lot genetics and bad eating and drinking habits. What have you ever done good for me? Besides inheriting abnormally strong teeth from my mom, I mean. That's pretty kickass. Yeah, that was a trip. A very, very bad one. Okay so my back had hurt for like a week or so beforehand and I kept complaining about it. I thought I was sleeping on it wrong or something. Then, come one night, I go to the bathroom, and BOOM! The pain takes a walk over to my left side why not. I really didn't want to fuck around with the hospital, because I figured my dad would be pissed about having to take me for another one already, so I basically spent the night shaking in pain between the bathroom and my bed until I finally gave in and jacked a couple of my dad's Percoset. And then when that didn't work, another one because dosages are only to be listened to if you're famous and therefore extra-susceptible to overdosing. The interesting part was using my 360 as a foot-heater. It was so cold in the bathroom, that I unplugged my XBox 360 and hooked it up in the bathroom and used the exhaust to help warm things up. Of course, if it's not hooked to a TV it automatically goes off so I had to keep hitting the button. Fun night. Got that out of my system a few nights later. It had gotten much better while I slept that first night (thank you, Percoset), but the pain was still there. So the next few days I lived with it, waiting for it to finish going away while the pain tried to make up its mind how bad to be. I eventually couldn't take it anymore and we hit up Arundal Medical Center's Urology branch (which is always awkward - it's a standalone building full of people with bathroom-related problems, c'mon). They basically got an X-ray and told me to tough it out some more. Then I, er, got better later that night. That's the nice way of putting it. In fact, that whole story is the nice way of putting it. The not nice way involves the words "bladder", "pressure", "vomit", "piss", and my personal favorite, "what the fuck just came out of me?" Occasionally censorship is for your own good. Mostly it sucks though, don't ever forget that. To end on a lighter note, I lit off firecrackers with Dennis before we went with Kenny to see Sherlock Holmes. As I lit them the second time (because they actually didn't light the first time), I had them in my hand and the realization went through my head that this was somehow (against all odds, one might say) the first time I'd ever lit a firecracker (shitty things like snakes and whatnot notwithstanding). So my mind immediately sent a signal to my hand to get the fuck rid of it, and my hand tossed it forward, fucked up, dropped it in front of us, and then we stood there and looked at it. After like three seconds of watching the lit firecracker sitting at our feet, we looked at each other, Dennis yelled "FUCK YOU!" and the firecracker began exploding and sending shit flying off every which way while we turned and ran. I laughed so hard the whole way. It's probably as close to running from an action movie explosion at the last second as I'll ever come. |
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