lost and found

I finally found a pair of comfortable and not ugly shoes for myself - it's from LLBean. It's their canvas mountain shoes size 10 wide. I am considering buying another pair as backup...Somebody called me a closet Gossip Girl watcher cuz I said this girl who just walked by looked like Taylor Momsen (ugh). Truth is, I haven't watched Gossip Girl in a season and a half cuz the characters are all so tiresome. I especially hate all the Humphreys - Jenny's the worst, but Dan is right up there, and the dad is a snooze. Poor people are just so needy/uninteresting/self-righteous/tortured/blah-blah-blah...This Sunday my new car started making a weird grinding/saw buzzing noise while it's sitting in the garage. Engine's been shut off for over an hour. I grabbed my iPhone and recorded a sound sample. Good thing too, cuz shortly after it stopped. I brought car in today, and obviously they couldn't find anything after running diagnosis and told me to just monitor it. I think I might just do that with a baby monitor. I am buying a Hyundai next time...Lost finale was quite satisfying in my opinion. I don't like it when people criticize it for not answering all the questions; people think after investing six seasons' of their time, they deserve everything wrapped up nice and neat with a bow on top. My view on that is, we spent a lifetime in our own lives, and when we die, there will be no neat answers either, so I am good with ambiguous endings. In fact, I prefer it. Unless of course, if we are talking about a romantic comedy, in which case you accept that it is fake and a fairy tale and thus the guy and gal have to get together and live happily ever after...Lost is however not as emotional for me as The O.C. and The Wonder Years. I actually cried when those shows ended. What? Don't judge...I am two weeks late, but yay to Sandra winning Survivor (or better yet, Russell not getting a single vote!!!). I love it that being an ass can only carry you so far, and then there will be a certain point when that comes back and bites you. I love the part where Sandra threw Russell's hat into the fire behind his back. Granted a villain still won, but it's the lesser of two evils (literally) to me...If Crystal wins American Idol tomorrow, I hope she finally takes a shower and clean out her dreads...If Evan Lysasomething wins DWTS tonight, I hope Johnny Weir beats him down in a back alley...For the first time in my life, I am actually thinking I might be a horrible parent. I love kids, but then I realize I might not handle being responsible for somebody else's life all that well. It's not the feeding and clothing and educating part that bothers/worries me (they will be well-fed, well-clothed, and well-educated surely); it's the part when they don't listen to you and don't turn out to be everything you want them to be. I mean, surely I will project my expectations onto these kids, and how likely will they meet them or even come near? What if they have their own brains and their own will and do whatever they desire? What if they are broken and make strange noises in the garage after you leave them for an hour? It will undoubtedly keep me up at night. And I don't know if the warranty would cover them. Well, my point is, I always want to fix things and make them right, and kids are just hardly right and seldomly fixable...In the Lost finale, they said, "Nothing is irreversible." I wish that were true. I need to know that you can fix mistakes once you make them, that people will forgive you for your missteps because you are bound to have missteps, that real love comes back to you eventually, and that redemption awaits.