If You Stayed With LOST Until the End

If you actually watched LOST up until the very bitter end like I did (although I wanted to quit multiple times, but felt like I had put so much time and energy into my television relationship that I had to see it to the death), this article helps lightbulbs go off in the head after watching the season finale. Of course you have to take some things into consideration, and some of the explanations may not be the perfect truth, but it sure helps it all make sense. It's okay to admit you're pathetic like me. It's not okay to be me. Because that would be considered identity theft.
Lost Finale Explained

I Don't Know What I'm Doing

It's been awhile. Maybe because I hate my blog look, and just haven't found it inside of me to design my own from scratch. To update everyone: I am jobless but not homeless. I will use pictures I have taken on multiple excursions to tell you my story.

I almost got a job working with a crazy company. I will not name their ethnicity, but they like fish, like the picture above. They were going to pay me $10 an hour to be their graphic designer.

I felt like Pacman. Running around in this maze we call life, sometimes eating the bad guys, other times getting eaten by the ghosts.

When will the light get turned on? Will someone ever brush away the cobwebs of my mind? I hate it when spiders are in my dwelling space.

I had some other interviews. But to no avail. I'm like the little guy on Horton Hears a Who. Or am I like the elephant? Let's be honest, I'm the weird creature who said when they created their own world it would have ponies that pooped rainbows.

It's not quite as bad as The Grapes of Wrath. If anyone has read the end of that book, they'll especially understand.

But I am up in a tree. What is my dream job? I don't even know. If you know, you should let me know, then I can get down from the tree.

I think we should have a contest, the name being The Perfect Job for Elissa. Submit your ideas, and then maybe my ship will finally be able to sail.

I'm looking for a fountain of ideas here people.

Or a man that can whisk me away to a house like this one and I wouldn't have to worry about dumb interviews and what the perfect job would be. I'd only have to manage all the servants. Good thing I went to college.

But at the end of the day, I'm still me and still obsessed with alligators. So perhaps I should become an alligator handler and they would bring me pretty flowers like this one.

I hope all of you were bored to tears. What can I say; I'm a high achiever.