Michael Ollinger Site

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.

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….

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.

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.

I woorked hrad dis weekende. I worked so hard, I can’t evin spel enithin rite.

Today is my birthday. No birthday kisses from anybody. Oh well, maybe next year.

Well, I am writing this on Sunday, but I am acting like it’s Monday. Today, I watched the Talk Soup Weekend Wrap-Up for the third time this weekend. It’s fortunate that E! reruns that show ad infinitum, otherwise, somebody might miss it; and we can’t have that now, can we? Also, I watched Norm MacDonald do a stand-up routine, and I noticed that he can be powerfully unfunny, and you can never fully understand what he’s saying. It’s like he’s “Boomhauer” from King of the Hill, but instead of being from Texas, he’s from that place Norm MacDonald is from. Also, he kept mispronouncing the word “garage.” He kept saying “gar-aj'” as opposed to “ga-razh.'” In essence, not the funniest man alive. That honor has to go to Jon Stewart and his writers.

I have an AP Calculus test tomorrow. I think I am going to cry. When do grown men cry? I read somewhere that they cry over their beer; I don’t drink beer. I drink Mountain Dew.

Today, I was in the mood for Egg Nog. Unfortunately, I have another six months before I am likely to get any.

Today I was watching the 25 Lamest videos of all-time and I had the distinct pleasure of watching Vanilla Ice dismantle the set. It was exhilerating. I figured I’d add something to the firs week, before it got lost in the depths of ‘archive-dom.’ Also, unlisted numbers greatly help in the effectiveness of prank phone calls. Bret, Steven, and myself found this out. One more thing- I really really like sandals. a lot. I also like sprinklers. And girls. And Mountain Dew. And a whole mess of other things that I can’t list here. (Sub sandwiches from Blimpie)…