I was thinking about Lost last night before I fell asleep and I had so many thoughts about it, like how all the roles have seemed to change. Like Locke used to be the Zen, "nothing bothers me" guy. Now he is a little pansy. And Sawyer…well, ever since that ludicrous episode where Sawyer appears from the jungle claiming to be king, he’s become somewhat of a joke. You can feel it all over that island. People don’t fear him, they laugh at him. And Jack has become a combination of the old Locke and Sawyer. He seems to just deal, until he is forced to pull out some old Vegas tricks to make Sawyer look like an ass. Jack is turning into all sorts of yummy, yummy.
But here’s what really got me about last night’s episode: Sayid and etc. find the balloon and the grave, and although everyone has the same feeling that Henry Gale is a total "other," you would think that the group would just give in. His story was true. Sigh, that sucks. I mean, I would never think to dig up a grave for proof. But Sayid is crazy intense. He would dig up a grave and search through a rotting corpse’s body to find the license before he would give up the chance to torture some more. Take this memo: never piss off Sayid or appear shifty. He would probably rip the head off a kitten with his mouth to prove you wrong.
Oh and what is up with that black light stuff on the walls? Lost is sooo crazy. I love it.
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sayid is my hero...he's reality.
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