Yesterday I was talking to a girl, and she told me that she sorts through a whole box of Lucky Charms, only eating the marshmallows. I thought that this was strange. Lucky Charms are an ensemble, like a symphony of flavors. The frosted oat pieces serves as the percussion section of the orchestra. The tasty marshmallow bits are just the horn section. You can’t have the symphony without the percussion. She told me that she to leave. I think she left because she knew I was right, that or she thought that I put way too much thought into food. what’s the case? probably a little of both.
Category: Other Words
June 8, 1999
Today, while I was busy slaving away at a database for work, I sent myself a Self extracting program for WinZip. Then, when I returned home and checked my mail, I received message, but alas! It’s missing! Those dang ghosts are at again….
May 31, 1999
Well, today was Memorial Day. Yippie. Last night, my friends and I were watching Very Bad Things (an extremely disturbing movie to say the least), and the guys in the movie call one of their friends by their last name. I thought this was rather neat, and I stated that maybe we should call one of our friends by their last name. And then, a friend turns to me and says, “Ollinger?” And then I put my head down and shut my mouth. I felt like a toolbox from Sears. It was bad. I always wanted a friend to call by their last name. Not me.
May 26, 1999
Well, I think I am back in the whole again. I think I even regained my sententiousness. It’s been a rather lengthy period, but now I can finally write with that profound high-soundedness that was absent from my brain for awhile. I slept with my contacts in last evening, and I have been doing that an awful lot lately. I can feel the lenses gradually adhering to my eyes. They are also becoming much thinner, so it’s becoming increasingly more dangerous to remove them from my eyeballs without grave damage to the actual lens. I believe tonight, I will take them out and hope that they will not dissolve in my palm.
May 24, 1999
I woorked hrad dis weekende. I worked so hard, I can’t evin spel enithin rite.