September 2002 Archives

What a fun little contest we had here at shutitdown. Our winner, Clay, hails from deep in the heart of Central Standard Time. His entry was:
theres no difference
other than an appearence in hair color
which is probably the lighting
you have received a hair cut
you appear to have let your eye brows grow out
and your skin looks cancerous

Now, I decided to crown Clay the winner not only because he should clearly be a poet, but because he said I have big eyebrows and cancerous skin, and because he hates me. When I asked him what he wanted his prize to be, he requested that I commit suicide (and to preferably make it sloppy) and leave a note blaming it on Cameo of Word Up fame.

The two runners up are DavidC for getting closest to the truth with, "you're not pasty white but we know that's all photoshop." Yes David, I have gotten some color here, but let's not kid ourselves, I will always be pasty.

And of course the mysterious man of mystery, K, for submitting, "You have a life."
K, you are an eternal optimist and I will always appreciate that about you. I may not have a life quite yet, but I may quite possibly have scabies.

New York Lina

California Lina

First one to get the right answer gets a prize!

In other news, my last entry was really the best update I ever made. I dare you to disagree with me.

On Monday I went to a murder trial for my court class. It was really disturbing for a number of reasons. I am actually a little nervous to write about it because I might get murdered. It is for this same reason that I never mentioned that my previous employer was morbidly obese and had a flesh-eating disease. It is also for this same reason that I fear mentioning that a girl in one of my classes has a 3 inch chin hair. I fear that one day, these people will find my site and come and murder me. But now that I have told you all this, I suddenly feel cleansed. Hopefully this feeling will last until one of these people finds me and disembowels me.

What else is going on with me? Well, I applied for a disaster grant from one of the WTC foundations for my moving costs, but I am pretty sure I won't get it. Doesn't hurt to try, because I am convinced that's why I couldn't get a job in NYC.

I think I almost got lice on Friday. I was doing my work with homeless youth and I started to get all crazy paranoid and germ-phobic, which I pretty much am at all times. But it's not a good way to be if you are thinking about getting into social services. I had to go ask the staff doctor if I was going to catch anything. She assured me not, but I went home and took a bath in rubbing alcohol nonetheless.

Here's a great new site, Forgetaboutyou.com. You can post your tales of love gone awry and get it out of your system. I have a pretty good one to post, but you will just have to go there and read it.

Here are some things I like:

I forgot to mention how I saw a guy wearing giant pants in New York with a white stripe down the side and on it was written in sharpie "THE WHITE STRIPE". I thought this was very funny. Don't you?

Anyway, I went to NYC last weekend. It was totally awesome. I had a great time, and got to see my little friends like Fran. Basically I went around New York City and made cute people pretend to be my friend and take pictures with me.

Actually, one night I was standing outside a resturant with a few of my (pictured) gal pals, and a woman approached us and asked to take our pictures for an upcoming book about fashion. We asked if she meant as a group, and she said no, she wanted to take them one person at a time. "Because you are all incredibly stylish," she said.

A high point of my trip was going back to visit Randy2, my old squirrel friend/nemesis. He was still back in the projects, eating, and busting, the proverbial nut. We hung out for a while and talked about the old days. It brought a tear to my eye, and to his too, I suspect. He didn't even try to give me rabies this time or anything.

So go check out my all the pictures in the Yahoo club, where as always, membership is free and non-commital to anything or anyone.

Tomorrow in my Sociology class we are going to have a discussion about the WTC and 9/11. I have decided to take a Vietnam Vet stance---"YOU DON'T KNOW MAN, CUZ YOU WEREN'T THERE!!!!" Can't wait......I just <3 all the 9/11 talk that is abound lately. Did I ever mention how I was supposed to be on the observation deck that day at 7:30am?....

A woman's voice beckons from the computer. Images flash across the screen - parted lips, bound wrists, flesh. Her seductive tone summons you closer, inviting you in...

"Do you want to see more?"

If you click "yes" - and you know you want to - you'll be logged on to the internet site shutitdown.net, and the game begins. What follows is a miasma of hellish images that leave unsuspecting voyeurs suffering from morbid hallucinations and unspeakable terror.

When four bodies are discovered among the industrial decay and urban grime of New York City, brash young detective Mike Reilly teams with ambitious Department of Health researcher Terry Huston to uncover the cause behind their violent and inexplicable deaths.

The only common factor shared by the victims? Each died exactly 48 hours after logging on to shutitdown.net. Were they being punished for their inquisitiveness? For succumbing to temptation? For indulging their guilty pleasures?