17 is not a cursed number.

4 8 15 16 23 42. These numbers add to 108. These 7 numbers constantly repeat in my head because of one little thing I call LOST. Supposedly, these numbers are "cursed" or, as Hurley puts it, "Bad numbers! Bad! Don't do it! Ahhhhh!" but a few of my friends and I (Jenn included) are "considering" getting tattoos. Each with one number. We're not obsessed or anything...


I'm not sure if we're serious. I think if I did get a tattoo pertaining to LOST, I'd want to wait until the entire series is over. It would really stink getting it now, and having a crappy ending, and having a permanent symbol of the show imprinted on my skin FOR-EV-ER (who would want to pay a crapload of money to get it off? i understand the concept but seriously...). I would've wasted 6 years of my life to a show that crappily ended. Granted, either way it's still a waste of six years of my life, but that is beside the point. It'd be pretty sweet to get a hatch symbol as a tattoo.. The non-Losties would go, "hey, that's a cool symbol... where did you think of that?" and I'd go "I just thought it was cool." But the Losties would say, "oh my word. you rock my world. the looking glass is fo sho the best station of them ALL." I would smile and nod and give the man a hi-five, and continue on my journey to rewatch each episode 108 times. I live a sad life, or, rather, the person that I just described lives a sad life, and I pray that I will not go into that extremity.. Haha.





OH. And I turned 17 this month! Who's up for rated R movie?! Not that I like rated R movies, but now that I can, why not? But I don't like many rated R movies so......nevermind
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