The end

What I wouldn't give to watch Jack karate punch Flocke again.

I will miss you, LOST. Gone but not forgotten.

Doctor Giggles

Sometimes I just like watching videos of my two favorite LOST characters.

Oh wait. It gets better. With my least favorite character this time. ("WAAALT!!!!!!)

Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited about the LOST season premiere tomorrow. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't laugh my face off at these LOST valentines that Becca shared on Google Reader. I can't even pick a favorite. Probably Desmond or Sawyer. Or Jack and Locke. See my dilemma? I choose Desmond because, well, who doesn't love the man?

Does anyone else love Sawyer lately?

Because I do.

LOST

Are you watching? Good. If you're lost (PAHAHA!), you can watch this video...

...which actually is kind of helpful, and the action figures look like the real people. Annnd... it's kind of funny. I wish that they had one of these for Grey's. Then maybe they could explain why they thought it was a good idea to follow the plot that they did for this season.

I should show it to my boss. She has seen approximately 6 episodes of LOST (what are we on, season 5?) and she's asking something new each week.

A reminder

A 2-hour season finale of LOST is on tonight. I think I might wet my pants. The last ones have been super scary--wouldn't you agree?

Things I hope to see resolved:
-the fates of Jin, Sawyer, and Locke
-uhh... Claire and Christian?
-I hope Michael gets thrown overboard
-the confirming/denying of any of these theories
-is Ben good or bad? This is beginning to sound strangely familiar.

I just don't know how J.J. Abrams is going to satisfy the needs of his devoted fanbase in two hours, and I don't know how he thinks starting a new mythology-based show is going to help (especially when it's starring Pacey).

Reasons I should not be allowed to watch TV

Ever since Veronica moved into our house, I've been introduced to a whole new world: cable television. It's not like I haven't had cable before (the cable box was taken out of our house when I was 5, but somewhere in my late teens my parents got it back), but I just get sucked in more than I used to. And it's not like I haven't gotten sucked into TV shows before, it's just that it's usually done in a huge binging (binge-ing? that looks so wrong) session (i.e., The Office on DVD, Grey's Anatomy on DVD, Lost on DVD, etc.). But Veronica has opened my TV world to welcome in reality television. It's new and confusing, and the jury's still out on how I feel about it all.

The problem (okay, one of many problems) with reality TV is that these are real people! I mean, I can get annoyed (or yell at the TV) when Jim doesn't propose to Pam, or I can wonder why Jack's "dead" dad is wandering around the island, but they are NOT real people, whereas if David Archuleta gets voted off American Idol, he will go home to Murray High School and cry REAL tears. We know this is possible! We saw it last week. He is just So Cute, and has a little puppy face, and it would be so sad if that horrible Creed impersonator David Cook won. (Tyler says that he thinks that Robbie looks like David A. in our engagement pictures... do you agree?)

So now that I'm admitting that I read poorly written novels, let me reveal some more recent skeletons in my closet (besides Law and Order).

The Hills
American Idol
So You Think You Can Dance? (I've been watching re-runs of last season)
Dancing With The Stars
America's Next Top Model (also re-runs)
NBA Playoffs (if this isn't reality TV then I don't know what is)
One episode of The Bachelor
Gossip Girl (I really wish that was reality TV)

Sorry Mom. I haven't forgotten all that you've taught me. It's just that amid the stress of (not) planning a wedding, I need a little fluff in my life. You know, something to remind me that at least my life isn't ridiculous, or actually scripted.

And Heidi and Spencer can provide that.

Goals

(Not our engagement picture. Robbie might be disappointed when he sees that I broke my vow of "never on the internet!!" in regards to posting pictures from engagement sessions. But I needed a visual. Sorry that I am so big in this picture. Thanks, Dane. You did a good job.)

Turns out I'm getting married in what, seven weeks? I've heard mixed reviews about engagement. Some people liked being engaged. Perhaps they were only engaged for like 2 days before they got married, but I can't fully share that sentiment. Four months=long time. Robbie and I thought that we were being smart by picking a "short" engagement, but it's beginning to feel a lot longer than that. Maybe we should have gone the Mariah/Nick route and kept it secret for a bit, and then surprise! We're married. And got matching tattoos. (Key quote: "Cannon added, 'To me rings are special and exciting, but tattoos mean more than anything. They're forever and ever. They professed our love.'")

Anyway, I also get a lot of "Are you totally stressed out?" or "You must be really busy" from people. And for the most part, no, I'm not. My complexion and scatterbrained planner might tell you otherwise, but I am doing fine so far. Luckily I live with fun friends (also known as the preparatory roommates) and have free cable at my house (and hundreds of pirated movies generously provided by our landlord... weird), so I definitely get in the down time that I need in between fretting over the rising cost of postage (seriously??) and breaking in my shoes (yep, I kept the Nina Conan, and I don't regret it). Hey man, things are cool! My body might feel like it is being battered and abused by my re-introduction of an exercise routine and lack of proper nutrients (and the sudden, RANDOM head cold??), but mentally I am like 89% stable. More like 87%. We did successfully make it through two afternoons at Bed Bath and Beyond and Target (please don't mention their horrible return policy) with nary a scuffle over what thread-count our sheet sets should be. So take that and cash it in the bank. Registering didn't break our engagement.

The only problem, really, is that I'm bored a lot. Robbie has school and work, and I just have work, and not much mental stimulation besides that. I mean, I did start reading the Twilight series, and no offense people (I really am risking offending a few readers by writing this), but that's just not really mental stimulation. I gave it the old college try. But I just can't get into the exploits of hormonal supernatural teenagers. (Will writing "hormonal supernatural teenagers" in a blog post result in Google searches leading to my page? Maybe that's a bad idea.)

Anyway. I'm really digressing now.

So, in the spirit of trying to get the most out of the next seven weeks (rather than counting down the days and constantly looking at the clock to make sure that it's inching slowly towards 5 pm), I'm trying out some new goals:

-Getting some variety in my diet. I'm no longer packing PB&J in my lunch. Southwestern wraps! Sandwiches loaded with leafy green vegetables! And I'm doing it all myself--not purchasing any of it at the calorie-loaded Cougareat. I might as well be engaged to a personal food consultant.
-Aerobics! Oh how I missed you, mambo.
-Going to bed at 11 pm and waking up early. And I'm REALLY DOING IT!
-Trying to figure out where the plot of Lost is going. Thus far, it hasn't been successful, but the EW synopses and speculations are really helping.
-Making a dent in the list of books and movies that one of my professors recommended to me. So far, completely unsuccessful, but I imagine that I might have all of the Orem Library's holdings memorized by the end.
-Willing the sun to come back out and for Hunter to come back from Guatemala so that I can get some tan time in and a swim buddy to hang out with.
-Training for the St. George Marathon. (What?) Passively. Very passively. Like, I really haven't actually gone running since Moab. And I haven't actually gotten officially accepted to the St. George lottery, but I'm mentally preparing for it.
-Going to an Alison Krauss/Robert Plant concert the week of the wedding. Okay. I'm in.
-Making something with my hands. You know, a quilt, or perhaps a nice crocheted afghan. That'll keep me busy. Right? Do I even have the capabilities to do these things? Not really. But I'll try it.

When all is said and done, I'll probably go right back to Twilight, but making lists like this helps me think that I'm getting a little something done to clear my head.

I don't go to sleep to dream

As most everyone knows already, I talk in my sleep. There is a long history of this activity.

Anyway, I assume that when I wake up exhausted in the morning, it's because I've been talking in my sleep. Last night I had a scary dream that I don't really remember the details of, except that Martin Keamy (LOST spoiler alert in that link!) was playing a big role.

LOST, anyone? Does he FREAK anyone else out? Who watches it, anyway? Are you completely confused with all this time travel??! Is time travel another reference to the title of the show??

And it turns out that the guy that plays him was a comedian. Lame. I hate the man.

I have nothing else profound to say except that apparently this show is consuming my life.

After spending hours watching LOST and Grey's Anatomy

I think that I could easily deliver a baby.