Currently I am sitting in my basement, on the couch, wearing my delightful snuggie, with a diet coke beside me, and the remote at my other side.
I am utterly terrified for what is going to occur tonight. Terrified.
My biggest fear is that it'll end with it all being some kind of dream. That is the MOST unsatisfying ending I can possibly think of. I would be.... well, livid if that happened.
And so, my dear friends and followers and readers, etc etc, I present to you the very last post detailing my reactions to the series finale of LOST.
Baaahhhh. I'll likely cry.
-------------a few hours later------------------
aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. I cried like a baby. Especially during those last couple minutes, and pretty much every single time one of the couples had a reunion.
So, about the ending.
here are my questions that still stand unanswered:
what happened to walt, michael, and mr. eko? why weren't ana lucia, daniel, miles, charlotte, and lapidus in the church at the end? when did hurley and ben die? at that, when did sawyer, kate, and claire die? i didn't see the plane crash. did you?? i dont comprehend.
oh well. It wouldn't be the same Lost without unanswered questions, as usual.
on another note:
Really, Damelof? Everyone's dead? Way to perpetuate the expected that people have been saying since season one.
Regardless of everything that I found dissatisfying about the finale, I still loved it. I gave six years of devotion to this show, and I'm glad it ended in at least a semi satisfying manner. I did enjoy it nonetheless.