Buried it Pillows

Today was a cloudy, rainy day.  Surprisingly, even in Hawaii, that can make for a miserable, chilly day if you happen to get wet and spend any amount of time in AC.  So, someone who busses in from the other side of the island (usual time spent at bus stops is probably between 15 and 30 minutes) and goes to the Catholic school (where the AC can make even a hot day uncomfortably chilly when you have classes back-to-back for 6 hours).  On top of that, I've had a persistent headache for the past three or four days.  So by the time Mom picked me up from Wal-Mart, I was in a pretty miserable mood.  But I got home, warmed up a plate of food, piled pillows on myself and settled down to watch TV with my mom anyway.

Sometime last week, I was skipping through commercials when a name caught my eye: J.J. Abrams.  I stopped, backed up, watched the commercial in question from the beginning and continued to let commercials roll as I found it on the guide and set it to record the pilot episode of the show.  I thought it looked kind of interesting and the name in question just so happens to be one of my brother's favorite directors, so...

Mom and I watched the pilot episode of Revolution without him today.  As soon as it was over, I asked Mom for the remote and she said "You're going to set it up to record the next episode, right?"  I wasn't overly impressed but it was the first episode and I wasn't particularly unimpressed (although I admit to making a game out of calling out what was going to happen next).  There was enough of a hook at the end and enough promise in the series to keep me watching for another week at least.  I think Mom was more taken with it than me.

Then I watched a Ghost Hunters that had the first investigation in Waipahu.  So, they were investigating in Waipahu, on the south side of the island, just west of the middle.  Their hotel looks an awful lot like the hotel I swim near when I do Waikiki with Lindz and them (south-east part of the island) but they kept driving in front of an island that is on the north-east area and IT DROVE ME CRAZY!  I don't know why, but it did!  They had no reason to be over there, investigation-wise at least, unless I am totally mistaken about the hotel.  The investigation wasn't all that shocking (footsteps is all you could get?) but it was kind of cool to see one done where I live.  I mean, shoot, I ride H-1 past Waipahu more days than not.  And then, last October, I remember a group of my friends trying to go to the Haunted Plantation they do there and not being able to get in because it was already sold out.

Despite the motrin I downed 30 minutes ago, my headache is getting worse, not better, so the other thing I wanted to talk about (I know there was one more thing!) is going to have to wait until I remember it and it doesn't hurt to look at a computer screen.