Down The Rabbit Hatch
I've been away. I could blame it on the massive amounts of reading required for my History classes (what, oh, what am I doing in a 4000-level history class?), but deep down, I know it's really all JJ Abrams' fault.
Yes, friends, I've become hooked on LOST. Melissa bought the DVDs of the first season a little over a week ago and since then we've been frantic about catching up on it in time for this Wednesday's season two premiere. And all I can ask is, why did nobody sit me down and force me to watch this show last season? My god. I really didn't need to get sucked back into TV, but if I was going to, this was a good show to do it with.
But tonight we finished the season, so not only do I get week-long bouts of suspense (what's going to happen during winter hiatus?! It's been hard enough lasting an afternoon before my next LOST fix!), but I get more time that doesn't have to be spent plowing through 24 episodes of admittedly awesome TV. So more homework? Shit. I'm in so far over my head I'm completely submerged. Who needs a 4.0, right?