09.01.02um. okay?
so it's september and the temperature has dropped twenty degrees in the past week.
jennis, jen, and i went out for a quick dinner tonight. after dinner i had a steak. we watched trading spaces and sex and the city. now, 3 cosmopolitans and 3 raspberry stoli martinis later, i have a flight to san francisco sometime next week. i'll think about it tomorrow morning.
morning
i feel yucky.
09.04.02i saw dead people
a friend and i were at her med school and she told me to smell her scrubs so that i could know how awful the cadavers smelled in her anatomy class. but the scrubs didn't really smell so then she suggested we just pop our heads into the lab itself. i imagined a dark stairway leading to the basement of the building, to a cold room with grey, concrete walls and white lighting. instead we walked to the end of a hallway and she opened what i thought was a door to a classroom. inside were rows of tables with bodies covered in white plastic. there were a couple of girls in there, on labor day, actually studying their body. they gave us a "you're not allowed to bring other people here" look.
"here, just come inside" my friend held the door open for me. as soon as i walked in i saw an uncovered body just a couple of feet away from me. he was layed out on his stomach with a block under his chest to prop up the back- they had been studying the vertebrae in class. his neck was craned and his head hung down, facing the table. the grossest part was the coloring of the skin. it looks almost like what you'd expect a dead person rising out of the grave in some horror film to look like.
i didn't expect to see him there, so it was pretty shocking. also, i'd never seen a dead body before. not very sure if i'd want to see it again. last night i slept with my bedside table lamp on. i considered crawling into bed with my mom but then i was afraid that i might have a nightmare, wake up all disoriented, and mistake her, very briefly, for a cadaver. if i screamed she'd wake up and get annoyed because i'm 23 and i don't have a job and i'm in her bed screaming because i think she's a dead body. i freak myself out excessively. i can't help it. the lin is just that way, okay?
09.18.02i left my flower print panty in san francisco
yes i am back. after a fun filled week in sanfran with my travel companion jen, i have returned once again to the lucious bit o'land my mother likes to call, "noo juh-jee".
jen and i will write all about our adventures in the city by the bay, including special reports on berkeley, a curious beverage called "bol", the little girl who grew up in alcatraz, and much more.
i so tire. on the stopover in vegas, i lost fifteen dollars to a slot machine at the airport gates. after purchasing an issue of cosmo, i had three quarters in change. "i've never gambled before. i'll try seventy five cents" i thought. so i walked over to a machine, sat myself down between two senior citizens, and bet a quarter. then bet another. just as i was starting to lose faith, i made my third bet and the machine began to ding like crazy! geez louise, i had won 17 quarters! so there i was, with $4.25, feeling like the luckiest gal in vegas.
twenty minutes later...
eventually i used up all my winnings, bust out my wallet, and began feeding five dollar bills into the machine. after losing many many quarters, i tore myself away because my flight was boarding, but dammit man, it was hard. especially because of the old indian man who was hovering around my machine, waiting for me to leave so he could win *my* millions. as got up he said, "did you win anything? i did. i won $60." i felt so envious and thought if i could just put in a few more quarters i'd make back my loss. gee. i'm a crazy. but i'm a real crazy. i must never go to vegas. i am the mother who bets the house for a round of poker or sleeps with robert redford for an ugly black dress. no i'm not. but still, i think gambling makes me crazy.
09.30.02 working girl in the city
i found a job. it's not a dream job but i'm v.thankful for it. and it's sort of a starting point for what i want to do later. my 5 1/2 size foot in the door to the textile/apparel industry. and when i make it big (because we're all allowed to dream big), i'll have my friend jane to thank. thanks jane.
so this is my last week as an unemployed bum. although i am still working at nordies and tutoring. maybe i can juggle three jobs and be a money making machine. maybe not.
i can't get will ferrell as mugatu (in zoolander) out of my head. sometimes when i can't fall asleep i think about that scene when he's brainwashing derrick. i keep hearing "happy (happy) happy (happy) ha ha ha ha ha" and three floating will ferrell figures (in black leather corsets) dancing around his permed head.
the harry potter newsletter (you ought to subscribe) informed me that book five, order of the phoenix may be out by christmas. also the second movie chamber of secrets will open nov 15th. call me if you'd like to watch it with one of the top five hp fans in the western hemisphere.
main
people and places
journal
links
guestbook