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April 2004 Archives

First off--check this one out.

I went to the career center the other day with the hopes that they would tell me what to do with the rest of my life. Unfortunately, they expected things like my "interests" and what I "enjoy" about working. Needless to say, not very much got accomplished. We did, however, establish that I really enjoy watching Seinfeld re-runs, and I'm also rather fond of eating and sleeping. We also think that the last time that I was truly happy was around age three. Thank god I'm in therapy, right?

Another interesting thing has come up here at shutitdown--and it involves penii.

First, I got this email:

-------- Original Message --------
Subject: WAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!
Date: Fri, 16 Apr 2004 16:21:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lina Majorovaite <ladeezizpimpzz2@yahoo.com>
To: lina @ shutitdown.net


who the fuck are you? and why the fuck is my goddamn
name written on your fuckin huge cock!?
WTF? This is so fucked up! Im gonna fuck you up bitch
and u better write me back! or else....
-Lina

I had no idea what she was talking about, and deciding that she was not a good candidate for my potential army of Linas, I did not resond to the email.

Then, a few days ago, I got this IM.

HeidiBabeP: Hi, my name is heidi, and I was looking up the word penis on www.google.com, and there was this picture of a penis with a heart on it and it had the name Lina on it. I laughed really hard because my best friend's name is lina and she is looking for a boyfriend.. I went to the site, and saw all these things with the name lina on them... I saw the pic with your name on it; it was a convo on aol with someone else,, so I added you to my buddy list, and now you're online,, so hi!

 

So guys, if you are looking for a new Lina, I've just provided you with the contact information for a few. I'm not really sure how to react to the fact that a penis with my name on it is #5 on the google search for penis. I mean, it's my own fault, of course, but I still can't help but be slightly disturbed. I've also just received another one in my inbox, and it's not making me feel any more comfortable. I've also learned that the audience of Linas and friends of Linas searching for "penis" on google is larger than I would have liked to imagine.

Perhaps you have some suggestions for how I should deal with the google situation? Or maybe you just want to write my name somewhere else like your knuckles or your five-inch taint, that would be rad. Keep 'em coming, sports.


I got this Lina balloon for my birthday.

I don't know what is wrong with me lately, I just hate updating. Much has happened since my last update. I think the last time I really posted was my birthday; I said I was getting sick. Turned out that I had bronchitis--this was the second year in a row I've had bronchitis on my birthday. Nonetheless, I went to see Mamma Mia and had a wonderful time. I also had a roller-skating party which was pretty rad. I'm not a great skater but what I lack in skill I make up for in spirit. We ate cupcakes at said party--chocolate with pink frosting.

Then, on my spring break, I went to New York for a week. I got to hang out with Frances see the fam, and shop at H&M. Pretty much all the things I ask for in life. I also saw my friend Iris, and she gave me the wonderful "Second Base" shirt that you see below. Do you remember our debate on the bases?


Me and Iris at Beavher.

Some other exciting things are happening in Lina land. The thing is, these things aren't particularly amusing or interesting, which is probably why I haven't updated lately. I'm almost done with college. Shocking, really, since I started nine years ago. My family practically begged me, so I won't be attending the graduation ceremonies. Apparently none of my fair-skinned relatives relish the thought of sitting in a folding chair for three hours and getting a sunburn. If you are interested in my academic life (and you should be) check out my content page; I added three newish papers there.

I got a part time job doing investigative work which I hope will facilitate me becoming a better stalker. I think things can only get better from here. I've been trying to facilitate a possible trip to Paris. While thinking about it, I tried to figure out if I could communicate in French. I realized that the only words I know how to say in French are, "I love you," and "yes." I think I'll get along in France just fine.

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