Idiotic Computer

Okay, truthfully, it's not my fault that I don't have a picture today. It's because the computer that my pictures are on has major issues. It started awhile ago, when the computer stopped charging. This was because the battery couldn't charge anymore, for some very strange reason. So every time we unplugged the computer, it just shut off for no apparent reason. But awhile later, the computer started randomly disconnecting from the power cord. It did it a lot. Then we got to the point where, no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't start the computer up. So my dad forced me to get on Dell Chat and talk to one of the people. So they sent us a box, and we sent them the computer, and then we got it back a week later, but we had gotten a call before that, asking if we'd ever spilt anything on the computer. I thought that was weird. So they sent it back, and everything was fine, for awhile. Now it's back to what it was doing before. We can start it up, but the slightest movement will disconnect the power cord and we have to start it up all over again. It's really annoying. So I'm probably gonna be forced to get on Dell Chat all over again. Ugh.
So that's my explanation. And it's all true. My mom just won't buy a new battery for the computer. It's not fun. It might not totally solve the problem, but at least the computer won't turn off as soon as it's unplugged. AGH!
My dad is so ungrateful about Lost. He's always thinking that everything has to be absolutely perfect for a TV show to be great. I think it's great even if it has flaws. Just so long as it's interesting and exciting, I couldn't be happier. Last night's episode was exciting, but extremely emotional. I was almost crying at one part. Well, two parts. One was a happy cry, and one was a sad cry. But there were a lot of deaths, and one of them was a major character. I just couldn't believe it. My dad always wonders why the show only focuses on certain people and not all the extras. And he thinks that they do some really stupid things. He's not looking hard enough. I wish I could tell what here, but I might spoil it. It's not like anybody is reading this anyway, though. Oh well. I just think that if he hates the show so much, he shouldn't watch it. Stop trying to force your dislike of the show onto me. Shows always get worse the longer they go for. But I like Lost. I probably always will, unless it gets totally horrible. But the writers always pay attention to the viewers' reactions. So I don't think it'll ever get that bad.
Today is Fridayyyyy. Yay!! The weekend is coming, and we will have so much fun! I mean, I'll probably be bored the whole time, but who cares? It's the weekend. No schoolwork to do. I'll find something to pass the time. It's almost June.
Time to go. Finish my work. Go play computer games. Maybe play guitar. Okay. Bye!

A Turtle

And no, it's not a baby. It is an adult turtle, it is just a very small one. At least, I think it is. We used to have three of these, but now we only have one. The other two died.
I think we have had turtles for about 6 months or so. The first one that died was the smallest. We all knew it was going to die. It died not long after we got it. Our friends got them at a flea market, but their mom didn't want the turtles, so we got them.
My mom looked the turtles up on the internet, and it said that they have a very high death rate. The second one of these died about a week ago. It was just floating there. It would've looked really cute too, if it hadn't been dead. So we buried it. And this one, it wasn't eating for awhile after that, which is probably because it was lonely. At least it is eating now. I think it may end up dying anyway.
These turtles carry salmonella, apparently. That's not good. But nobody except the older kids touches them anyway, and we always wash our hands after we're done.
We have placed the turtle in a 'potluck' bowl. I call it that because it's the kind of bowl we always take to potlucks. We put a couple rocks in there, and recently we placed it under a lamp, because the turtles seem to like the warmth. We have to clean the water everyday because it gets dirty from the algae and poop and dissolving food. Those little things eat these big green pellets. And they stink! I hate the smell! And leaving the rocks in this water doesn't really help. They get covered in green stuff. It's really kind of gross. At least it's not as bad as cleaning out a litter box.
Speaking of cats, Sham is getting really fat right now. Her nipples are fat and pink. I'll bet that she'll have her kittens while I'm at camp in Radford. I don't want her to, but she very well may. I wonder if she'll put it off till I get back. I guess she can't.
You know, it's really weird that I love animals when I'm allergic to them. I am totally allergic to fur, and I still love animals that have it. They're so fuzzy and soft.
I remember when I was little, there were these toys that everybody wanted called Furbies. But they were so annoying. You couldn't get them to shut up. I never had one, but everybody told me about them, and some of my friends said that they had like five, and they had to throw theirs in the closet until it ran out of batteries. I can't believe they make those things without on/off switches. That must be totally annoying.
Okay, tonight is going to be so hard to wait for. In exactly 10 hours and 38 minutes, I have to be in front of that TV watching Lost or I am going to freak out. I'm kinda busy today though. I've got an orthodontist appointment, ouch, and we're going shopping a bit. I think we'll be back though.
Time to wrap up. OOOOOOOOOHHH I can't wait!!! Must finish schoolwork. Must take shower. Must eat dinner. Must watch Lost!!! Okay. Bye!!!

Gatorade!!!

I love this stuff. It's really good, and sweet. And it may not be as healthy as water, although that's what the advertisements say, but it is still really good. It comes in all these crazy flavors. And all these different bottles. My favorite bottle is the tall one that has this weird pattern at the bottom and is a squirt bottle. Who doesn't like Gatorade?
I remember a long time ago, we used to have a whole bunch of boxes of Dr. Pepper under the sink. My dad was addicted to that stuff. I'm talking like 3 or 4 cans a day. Well, he's not drinking Dr. Pepper now. He's drinking Mountain Dew instead. He always likes some sort of soda. I think the only kind he doesn't like is that Baja Mountain Dew stuff. And who does? That stuff tastes like dish soap. Gross!
What's up with the Gatorade logo? Why is it an orange lightning bolt? Lightning is never orange. It's white and purple and blue and colors like that. I don't think I've ever seen it orange. But then, what do I know? I hate lightning. Why would I watch it?
Camps are only fun during the summer, when there's nothing else to do. It doesn't matter what kind of camp it is, but everyone hates them unless it's summer. I'm going to science camp this summer, so that should be fun. I like science sometimes. Every now and then.
What else to write about? Let's see...
Well, Lost is on tomorrow for two hours. I can't wait for it. Moby likes to tease me about it all the time. "I'll bet you can't wait until Thursday night!" is what he says. He's such a jerk. I need to find something to tease him about. Then I can get back at him.
I want a camcorder for my birthday. The quality of it will be so much better than those digital camera videos. And it's cool to walk around taping stuff. You could document your whole life that way. My mom said I can't get a camcorder though, because they're too much money. Wahhhh. Maybe I can convince her some way to let me get one. But I don't know which one I want more. A camcorder or a laptop. I'm getting a thousand dollars, and I don't know which one to get!
Time to wrap up so I can go. I have so much work to do! Bye!

Today Will Be a Fun Day

Because today I'm going to my friend's house! It's her birthday party, and I'm gonna have so much fun, because I'll finally get to go to somebody else's house. And stay up late and play crazy games and talk about freaky stuff. I love doing that. Only I always do it at my house, which is no fun.
I cannot believe that Lost isn't on until next Thursday. It's just wrong! Why couldn't they do Grey's Anatomy next week instead? I'm so anxious to watch this finale! It's going to be so sad, but it'll be so awesome.
I hate suspense. Unfortunately, Lost is a show of suspense. The whole show depends on it. It's what keeps people tuned in. But I have a bad feeling that the finale will have a ginormous cliffhanger, and if that happens, I mean, two weeks is bad enough, but four months?!!! I won't be able to stand it!!
Today is such a nice day outside. But I don't really want to go outside, because yesterday, I was trying to swing on our rope swing, and both times, I got ticks on my clothes. Luckily, they didn't get on my skin. Ticks are so nasty. They stick their head into your skin so that it's hard to get out. I've never gotten bitten by one before, but my dad did. When we were at Radford, we went for a walk in these woods by a lake, and about two hours after we got back, my mom noticed a tick on his face. I thought that was just gross. On his face? Ewww.
If there were no insects at all, I'd love going outside. Especially barefoot. I love it anyway, but it'd be so much better if there were no bugs. That way, you can go outside and not have to worry about getting bitten or stung or stepping on a bug.
What else do I write about? It's not like there's anything interesting going on. I look around this room, and all I see is a bunch of books, a picture window, and- OH!
I was reading this article on BBC News today, about a tunnel that people built under the Earth's crust that stretches from New York City all the way to London, England. So you can see people on the other side of the ocean! That is so totally cool. I would so go to New York just for that. Or maybe London. But you can write messages to them on whiteboards and stuff. And wave. And you can see them. That is just so totally awesome.
My fingers still hurt when I play guitar. I wish they didn't. It'd make stuff a whole lot easier. I could play for a long time and not have to give my fingers a break.
I've said this a million times, but I'm really only writing in this blog because my parents want me too. I don't write about my life very much. It's so uninteresting. Who cares about my life? Nobody. That's who. Nobody. I'd like somebody to care. Then maybe this blog would actually be worth writing.
I should probably wrap up now. It's about time to go, finally. TGIF!!! Bye!

My Sisters

Think they can do whatever they want. Really. It's like, they think that they're older than I am, or at least that they're the same age. All the privileges that I get, they think that they should get them too. Like staying up late, getting small treats, talking on the phone, they think that they should have all of those and more. Just last night I was staying up watching a movie, and, as usual, after I went upstairs to get something, the light in my room was on, because Maryam, as usual, doesn't want to go to sleep. I'm not the one who has to get up early for school. And then if she comes down because she supposedly 'can't sleep,' and we're eating ice cream, she'll get all mad. And then, when I babysit, I'll ask her to do something nicely, a couple of times, and then, after she doesn't do it, I'll yell and tell her to do it, and then she gets MAD! That's just wrong. She knows that I asked nicely before, so she can't get mad if I need her to do something. And both of my parents side with her. I always always ALWAYS get yelled at for saying stuff meanly, even though SHE'S the one who wasn't listening. Do little kids never get in trouble for stuff?
Ah. Those were the days. In elementary school. The days where you never got in trouble for anything. Unless, of course, you were the oldest. Like me. But at least you didn't get in trouble for a bunch of stuff.
Sham is definitely pregnant. Her tummy is getting so fat, and her nipples are pink and big. I can't wait until we have pretty kittens. I love little baby animals. Like chicks. Chicks are awesome. They're small, fluffy, and yellow. And kittens are small, fluffy, and a bunch of different colors. I was watching this video on Myspace awhile ago, and it showed this 6 week old kitten playing with a toy, and he wouldn't give it up. He was growling, hissing and biting, but he wouldn't give the toy up. And no catnip was involved. That is one stubborn kitten.
That's what I love about cats. They're so fun to play with and pick up and chase. They love string, anything noisy, and they're just so darn cute. Until they grow up, that is. I wish kittens stayed kittens forever.
I can't wait till tomorrow. Not only is it Friday, but I get to go to my friend's house. Yippee...
I cannot believe Lost isn't coming on tonight. The stupid Grey's Anatomy finale is on. Why do all the finales have to be two hours? It's kind of stupid. Okay, with Lost, it isn't. And I guess finales are kind of the best episodes of the season, so it's cool that they're longer. And one of my friends likes Grey's Anatomy, but I don't really understand the show. What's it about?
Time to go. See ya tomorrow! Bye!

A Pretty Flower

Or, as Moby would call it, a purty fowzer. This is just one of a whole bunch of colorful hand sewn flowers on a giant quilt. Yeah, that's right. Hand sewn. The whole quilt. And it's a big one. Really big. I can't imagine anyone sewing a quilt that big. And there are all these different colors on it, and sewn in patterns. It's quite amazing.
I love colors. It makes everything so much more lively. What would this world be like without color? Probably like those black and white films that I hate. They're just so boring when there's no color in them. I can't believe that people actually used to watch those. And they used to watch movies without sound! I mean, no color isn't that bad, but no SOUND?! How do you watch those? I guess you could look at the facial expressions, but how in the world do you know what's going on? It's so weird.
I remember one day awhile ago, my brother and I were changing words around so they sounded funny. Like flower into fowzer and animal into aminal. And spaghetti into pasketti, but that's been around forever.
Yesterday's Lost was awesome! I was almost scared that they wouldn't show it because the Severe Weather channel was up, talking about the thunderstorms and tornado warnings. That was from 9 to 10, and that's when Grey's Anatomy was on, which I don't watch. So they said that that will be shown at 1 in the morning! Ouch. Then Lost came on, and I almost thought that that wasn't what it was, because it was like one of those old movies, but that's only because of the story. It was a crazy episode, but a really good one.
I cannot wait for this summer. I really can't. We may not be going anywhere, but I don't really want to anyway. I'll just go to the waterpark in Carowinds and I'll be good. Sure I'll be bored, but I hate car trips. They make me sick. I'll just have to find stuff to do.
Today is another sunny, hot and polleny day. I hate days like this. Especially hot ones. Then I can't do anything. Yesterday it was so hot I had to go wear a dress. I never wear dresses. It was just so extremely hot that I couldn't wear anything else.
Luckily today is Friday, so I can play on the computer all weekend. Okay, not all weekend, but some of it. The only problem is that I'll have to convince my siblings to get off of the computer when I want to use it. The computer that has my game on it also has everyone else's game on it too, so that is problematic.
I'm so tired. Yesterday after Lost was finished at 11, I stayed up watching half of "Into the Wild" with my mom. It's quite a long movie for such a short book. 2 hours and 20 minutes. So far it's been a good movie. I just don't want to see the part where the guy is found dead. That will probably be really nasty.
I think I'll just about wrap up. I want to sleep for like 20 minutes. It might help, and at least I don't have to do language arts because of the movie. Staying up late has it's benefits.
Time to sign off. I really do need this school to end. I wonder if I'll have 200 posts at the end. Oh well, the less, the better. To me, anyway. Bye!!!

My Notebook

Well, one of them. This one I decorated about two years ago. My mom gave it to me and I took my metallic markers to it, as you can see. Yeah. I had fun. In sixth grade, I was best friends with this redheaded girl, who was really nice, and her definition of spazzy was "very colorful" because she called herself spazzy and decorated EVERYTHING with these awesome permanent markers. Sharpies are the BEST kind of permanent markers. And at the time, Target and Walmart had these awesome colored and metallic Sharpies. So I bought both kinds, and I used them for school projects and randomly decorating stuff.
I love randomly decorating stuff. Drawing smiley faces, doodling, writing random sayings, I love doing that. It's just so much fun, especially when you're listening to a teacher drone on and on about stuff.
I decorated it during 9th block at school, which is basically our break time. And then throughout the rest of the day, I took it around to all my classes and got all my friends to sign it. Sort of like an early yearbook without the pictures. All the signatures are on the back.
As I was doing that, I started up a survey-like thing. I started writing down things that show you're growing up. And I got lots of other people to do it too. Most everybody had some reasons to write down. Some were psychological, some were physical, and some were kind of both. I got about three pages down. Just more memories. And now I wonder if any of those people who wrote that stuff down even care anymore. They're all off doing other stuff. It's not like any of them actually remember me.
I have around 10 notebooks, and most of them aren't even full. I plan on using them, but something else always comes around, or I just get bored. I wait until I have a need for the notebook, and then I go use it.
Yesterday I dyed my hair. It started out blonde, but then turned strawberry blonde. I used the dye box with my aunt on it. She is really pretty. She used to be a model, but now I think she's studying interior designing or something like that.
Everyone always says that if I wasn't Muslim, I should've been a model. Mostly because I'm tall, and kind of pretty. But I have horribly horrible stage fright. I can't do anything when crowds of people are watching me. It totally freaks me out.
Tonight is Lost!!! Yippee!!! I know, I say this every week, but I have to remind you, (even though the only people who read this stupid blog are my parents), just so that if you hate this show, and you haven't even seen it, you'll change your mind and maybe go watch the first episode, and then maybe change your mind. Trust me. You will. Although most people hate it because the episodes started getting worse. But I will stay a faithful viewer through and through.
Time to go. Tomorrow is Friday!! Yay!! Bye!!

LOST

Was awesome! That's all I can say. It was sooooo awesome!!! There was a cliffhanger though. That's a problem. Claire left Aaron in the jungle and disappeared with an apparition of her dad somewhere. I hope she's not gone for good.
Moby is so mean. He stayed up after we prayed at 5:30 to do his schoolwork, and he didn't even tell me!!! So he's only got 2 hours of school left!!! And I've gotta work until 3!
This weekend is going to be hard. I wish somebody would invite me to their house. I'm tired of being cooped up in this house all day. With only my parents and siblings to talk too. That's really the only reason I want to go back to school. Because I'm tired of all this. Being stuck in the house, not getting to see any friends, not having any teachers teach me stuff. I liked going to school. It was fun. I like switching classes and taking notes and buying school supplies and having lockers. It's fun. Most people think I'm crazy for it, but I do. I'm one of those people who enjoys organizing stuff.
I only had one year of middle school. So I'm not really all experienced with switching classes and stuff. At least I'll have some friends. Or maybe everybody will hate me. I'm trying to decide whether I should go to school, have friends, and get a bad education, or stay home, have no friends, and get a good education.
Anybody got any suggestions on what to write about? I'm stuck. I hate writing this blog. There's nothing at all to write about in it. My life is boring; nobody wants to hear about that. I don't even think anybody, save my parents, actually reads this stupid blog. There's nothing interesting whatsoever about it.
Two minutes left. Luckily. And luckily it's Friday. So that I don't have to do this until next Monday. And then I only have to do it for four weeks more. Then I can disown this unsatisfying blog. And never come back to it. EVER.
Time to go. Bye. No, I'm not going to say bye enthusiastically. Just bye. Bye...

Life

...Is annoying. Well, it usually is. Last night sure wasn't, although they killed off one of my favorite characters on Lost. Sure she wasn't all important, but I'd hoped to learn more about her. And she had my name. It's not FAIR!!! Evil Keamy.
Sham is pregnant!!!!! She went into heat about three days ago, and she's been courting these two orange toms for awhile. So I guess we're guaranteed some orange kittens. One of the cats has a pudgy bulldog-like face. It's really crazy. I guess all tomcats look like that, but his was the biggest. I can't wait for the kittens. In June, not quite the heat of summer, but still hot, Sham will be a mommy pussycat.
Sham is still quite small. Apparently she got rejected by her mom, so we can see why. She was most likely the runt of the litter, and the runt usually dies, but somebody rescued her. So now she's a small adult cat, 9 months, give or take.
Luckily today is Friday. That means that as soon as I'm done with my work, I can go play Star Wars Battlefront. I finally beat the droids on Galactic Conquest. Moby was right. Clones suck against droids. But I conquered!!! Next it's stormtroopers against rebels.
This weekend we're cleaning my room. Not that I'm not happy about that. It's just that I don't want to do it. I want someone else to do it for me. I know, I'm lazy. It's just that it's not my fault that the room is dirty. But whenever the people who DID make the mess clean it up, it doesn't get clean AT ALL! *cough* Maryam. *cough* Iman.
My dad wants me to design a cargo container house. I have it all planned out, but now he wants me to put it into SketchUp, and I'm still not used to the program yet. I'll figure something out though.
*sniffle* I still can't believe they killed off Alex on Lost. My mom said she wasn't all that important, but I liked her. She was more like a plane person than an Other. She was so nice.
I wonder what it would be like to act in a TV show that you really liked, and then get a call saying that your character got killed off. That'd be heartbreaking, especially if you liked acting in it. But in Lost, at least you can come back for flashbacks and such.
Time to go. At 3:30, I'm done with my work. Yay!! Bye!

Awwwwww...

Isn't that just sweet? The two cats that are always fighting can finally put their differences aside and sleep on the same rug. Wow. They've done it before, but eventually one of the cats wakes up, and then notices the other one and pounces on him or her. And then that cat wakes up, and they get in a big fight which ends up in Sham running away. Usually.
We all think that Sham has a crush on Sam, if that's even possible with cats. She's always stalking him, whacking his face, and trying to catch his tail. I mean, she's not that annoying. Okay, maybe she is, but STILL. What other reason would she have for doing all that stuff?
This is the favorite spot for the cats. The sheepskin in our room. I don't know where we got it, all I know is that it's been around for years, and that cats like it. Which is weird, because how can they feel something soft if their whole body is covered by soft, warm fur? I guess they can't feel that. All they feel of their fur is the skin. And lying on something soft makes them feel cozier. Who knows?
Sham has this weird thing she likes to do. If she sleeps in my room, at 6:10 to 6:30 in the morning, she climbs in my bed if she's not already there, and starts finding an exposed part of my body, and tackling it. Biting, pouncing, you name it. It always wakes me up. And I try to go back to sleep, but if she sees that I'm up, she'll start trying to claw my face and eat my hair. Eww.
So then I go open the door and let her out. She runs downstairs to eat, and then I throw a cat treat outside and she runs after it. I quickly shut the door and go back to sleep. Evil cat. Waking me up for that. Well, at least now I know she'll never pee in the house.
You know what we need? A cat flap. Sure, it's a lot of work, but it'll be useful. I mean, it might be tough to go buy a cat flap, cut out a section of the door, and then fit the flap, but I'll never have to let the cats out again. Ever.
10 whole minutes left! Well, while I'm bored, let's talk about probably the most anticipated episode of, you guessed it, LOST.
Sooo, Michael's back, and we all want to know why. We also want to know who is going to die, but everyone has already taken a guess at Claire, because, why else would Kate have Aaron? Come ON, people! Claire would never willingly give away her kid. Honestly.
We also want to know why Michael is on that freighter, and why he's calling himself Kevin Johnson. And why is he working as a janitor?!! Ewww. That's one job that I will never have!
Oh well. I will be watching at 9 pm, mark my words. And with a nice bowl of vanilla ice cream with whipped cream and frozen strawberries, too. Yummy.
5 minutes left. What else do I write about? I guess I could say that I'm reading the very educational book "The Autobiography of Malcolm X". Very disturbing, yet very educational. What will I have to read next?
I'm gonna publish this. Two minutes left, anyway. Bye!

An Artistic Kit...

Everything is so expensive these days. You go to any soda machine in the country and you'll never find a soda for more than 55 cents. Gum is 60 cents a pack in vending machines, and a decent meal in a decent restaurant is 20 bucks. (I'm not talking about fast food places, cause they're not decent at all!) But you know, this art kit may have been expensive, but it was worth it.
The kit comes with 3 different types of color. Oil paints, colored pencils, (not the cheap Crayola kind), and oil pastels. There's also paintbrushes, pencils, erasers, and a pencil sharpener. Great art kit, huh?
The whole thing is layered. Of course, because if it wasn't, that'd be on wide art kit. It all closes up into a wooden briefcase-shaped thing. Why do I call it a briefcase? Because it is as thick as one, and because it's got a handle, along with the clickity locks. You know, the ones that flip open and shut.
I'm not an artsy person. I can't draw much, except stick people, but then again, anyone can draw a bunch of lines and an oval. I can't draw people, animals, items, and I suck at 3-D. I can draw the shape, but once I add the shadow in, it looks horrible. Yeah, that's how bad I am.
You know, my great-aunt is a wonderful artist. She makes things look so lifelike. One time she drew a picture of me holding my American Girl doll. I think I was nine or so. She even has a studio at her daughter's house that she lives in. It's a nice place. A large table, a sink, a bed, a loft, the only thing it's missing is a bathroom. My uncle is about to build one there.
I really wish I had a talent. All I'm good at is figuring out math problems. I'm not exceptionally good at anything. I'm kind of normal at everything. I guess I'm good at juggling, but my brother is better at a lot of stuff. He can climb trees, do flips on the trampoline, and he can actually kick a ball. I suck at sports, and I'm too scared to do much. Just riding on a motercycle was scary for me. A lot of people say that as long as you're good at studies, you'll succeed. I don't think that's true, because some of the richest people today may have degrees, but they were always good at one certain thing: whatever they're involved in. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, but that is a long way away, for all I know. I guess for now I'll just have to be satisfied with whatever I'm good at.
Last night, I finished my lesson just in time to watch Lost. It was an awesome show. I really love watching it, but I wish that that I didn't have to wait a whole week more to watch the next one. They're so suspensful!

LOST Season 2: Episodes 5-8

Okay, if you don't know what this is, you have BIG problems. It's only the most addicting show in the history of the world. LOST is the ABC show that has been airing since Fall 2004 and is now one of the most popular shows on ABC. It has gone through three seasons, the third just ending in May, and is now on a nine month hiatus, which is very painful for fans. The show follows the lives of the survivors of the fictional flight Oceanic 815. Up until Season 2, it only focused on the fuselage survivors, and this disk in the picture has the episode in which we see what happened to the tail-section survivors in the episode "The Other 48 Days." The shows main characters are Jack Shephard, played by Matthew Fox, a spinal surgeon who is the main leader of the survivors, Kate Austen, played by Evangeline Lilly, a fugitive who has commited a number of crimes, and James "Sawyer" Ford, played by Josh Holloway, a con-man who is disliked by many of his fellow survivors. The show has many mysteries that fans are desperately trying to figure out, along with a group known only as the "Others" who captured many characters, including Jack, Kate, and Sawyer. Much knowledge about the Others has been gained, but with that comes more mysteries. LOST aires again at 10pm Eastern Standard time on Wednesdays starting in February, although I hear the producers are fighting for an earlier time. If you haven't already watched the show, try renting the first season. You may become as addicted as I am.