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Off the Top of My Head, Vol. V #1
Click to view the first "Rant" that ran from 6/4/98 through 7/1/98 at the top of Michael's Tripod Homepage. Witness Michael's comments about his page, a little bit about people he knows, and see him mocking that after five years his decision to relearn HTML!

Off the Top of My Head, Vol. V #2
The second rant, still "BEFORE" Michael decided to rename it the internet version of "Off the Top of My Head". Witness Michael's psycho-babble about absoultely NOTHING! WOO!

Off the Top of My Head, Vol. V #3
The first official "Off the Top of My Head" on the internet. Oddly enough, the people Michael knows only FROM the internet have offered MONEY for psychiatric treatment after this rant. Wow.

Off the Top of My Head, Vol. V #4
This sucks, don't click. But the whole point of OTTOMH (sucking or not) is to log all of the thoughts you have, even if they're unemotional and nothing. Alas... Michael hopes to God that he never has to force you all to endure another piece of schlock like this... really.

Off the Top of My Head, Vol. V #5
Oh my God! They'll kill Michael... some people might have after this, anywayz...

Off the Top of My Head, Vol. V #6
The current Off the Top of My Head. Michael talks about his defiance and work... or something

Off the Top of My Head, Vol. V #7
The shame. The tragedy. The pain. The suffer. Aww hell, it's just a bunch of bullshit anyway... Sure to be a classic (honest this time) Michael babbles endlessly, but also has plans to rehash all the bullshit and the... gasp--- BETRAYAL! ooooo... aaaaaa... Don't expect him to talk of ANY of this again as Michael tends to block things out... hmmm

Off the Top of My Head, Vol. V #8
You're here! Sit back, relax... take a farking load off, because quite frankly, I don't think I have anything important to say... or do I?

Off the Top of My Head, Vol. V #9
WTF? I'm still writing these? Wow. =)

Off the Top of My Head

Yes, I live. Now only eight days through with the utter hell that is some school I can't mention here, I look ahead to the 172 more days to come and wonder, for just the slightest of moments what may be in the cards for me. I mean, come on. Is there any ONE person who even shows a minor inkling in wanting to get into some sort of relationship with me?

NO.

So much for that. And hell, it's the year of all the stuff that builds and stays with you for the rest of your life. The prom, and... like, stuff. But I'm still here you see, yes, here. Tucked away in my own little corner of the universe hoping only to hold on to what may be in the future. I never know the truth in my life, that's the problem. I look into the eyes of people I counteract with. I don't know, apparently I have this HUGE fascination with eyes, especially those on a female. Hey, it could be a worse affliction, honestly. The point I was attempting to pry into here, was when I talk to someone, I look for something in their eyes. When I talk to some people, I can't bear to even glimpse at their eyes for fear of the hate or loathing I catch only off the surface. Perhaps then I would be taken to a pair of unbelievabley beautiful eyes. The kind of eyes you could stare into for hours on end without having to say a word... the kind where just by looking inside them, you can sense what they're thinking or feeling? Well damn... I think I've found a pair of those eyes. What sucks is, I don't honestly think they've found, or are even looking, for me... NEW SUBJECT TIME! WOO! I've recently determined that I have a new FAVORTIE TELEVISION SHOW. For those of you who may not know me in any other shape, form, or fashion than these little monologues, let me make mention of the sport I love in here for what will HOPEFULLY be the last time to explain to you something. You see, in the little world I like to call me life, there are few things I enjoy or am allowed to enjoy. I enjoy PRO WRESTLING, which of course will scare even the most open minded of people away. It's like saying you're into three ways involving your parents or something... not a good thing. Second, I enjoy comedy. Comedy is perhaps one of the few things that always seems to keep me going. Next up? Cartoons. I love cartoons. Now, for me to take something else and ADD that into the list of things I love is amazing. Especially after two episodes. For those of you who've had the chance to view Fox's That 70s Show, you have truely been blessed. Words cannot begin to describe how witty, original, and amazingly awesome the show is... but just to show you how MUCH it rules, I'm erecting a SHRINE for it here on my page. Be afraid... be very afraid. I currently have both of the first two episodes taped in SP without commercials on tape, for those of you interested in obtaining copies... worthless shilling out of the way, life has been fun for me I suppose... or something. I find myself taking this OTTOMH in an odd light, especially. I can't seem to grasp or fathom the direction my life is headed, and I often find myself imagining or dreaming things that may never be. Or perhaps I'm going to be lucky this go around, and those dreams are those that may actually come true. Who knows... South Park appears to have taken a more quarky turn. This is both good and bad... Why is it that the Seniors who think they're "more mature" end up being the ones making the most retarded jokes possible throughout class? I hate to inform Mr. Larry of this, but his comments are worse than some of mine... and the wonderful kwife joke topped his wonderful maturity. Too bad the sorry ass bastard didn't realize the REAL meaning of the word... For some reason I find myself wanting to write more and more poetry. Why this obession has come over me as of late might have to do with that person with the beautiful eyes, only connection I can make... Ever wonder what life would be like had the people who seem to get all the attention NOT gotten it? I mean, what if all of a sudden, those people who found themselves always at the center of attention were sitting in the corner of the room getting eyes rolled at their comments? And what about the people who find themselves at the center and appear to be hiding from the truth? Is it so hard for people to care for others? I've never found myself NOT caring for people, even those I barely know, or maybe have never met. Again, I think my caring, along with my utter love for being sarcastic and cynical totally deteriorates me as a human being in the minds of so many people. I mean, I care for plenty of people... Kris, Orlich, Joanne, Drew, Andrew, Tim, Minh, plenty of folks... I can't seem to find it within myself to not wish them all the best or hope they're all happy... Alas, I think I've basically just made this OTTOMH a "Random Musings" or so... oh well... Question: Ever wonder if a Porn Star has wakes up in the morning only to complain about "going to work" like you and I?... Okay, so I'm alone there... Another question: WHY THE HELL DO FEMALES HAVE TO HAVE THE MOST HYPNOTIZINGLY AWESOME EYES??!?! Huh?!?! ... Just answer me that damn you?!? ... forget you then... My car blew up a little over a week ago, I'm debating whether I should do "Retro" Off the Top of My Heads to kind of inform you all of the utter shclock that was my life LAST week... Tomorrow marks the day of the Welcome Back Social at School, and unless I magically become a God between now and then, the powers that be have voted that it'll suck ass... well damn... I'm being dragged to Panama City Beach, Florida this weekend... well WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!?! It's flooding! Hot damn... Have you ever sat thinking to yourself and managed to not get one person out of your head? I mean, it'd be okay or wonderful if I were with the person or even had a shot, but this is... well... odd... Ben seems to think my poem "Goddess" (see my poetry page) is frightening, because anyone would be scared to have someone like Langan (me) thinking those things about them. Thanks Ben, I love you too... And why is it that people have such a hard time believeing I actually WROTE those poems? Geez... Call backs were announced earlier today for the (school I can't mention here) One Act Play, Second Samuel. I was on the list, but personally feel I did a suck ass job today. Oh well, there's always next time... right? ... Random thought: Joanne's accent has to be the coolest thing I've ever heard. Yes, I've said that since 7th grade, and yes I said that earlier today. Doesn't mean I can't reiterate a good point--- does it? ... Random Though: I would ask who would want to see me play in traffic, but I fear I wouldn't be able to count the hands... EC-FARKING-W shows up in Georgia again in OCTOBER! Come on! Someone come with me?!?! PLEASE?! Anyone?!?!?!? Damn you all. You'll like it--- I swear! [cries]...

I'm better now... I hope. Alas... Random Bitch: Why the hell does the Monster Magnet Video "Space Lord" look like a God foresaken MA$E video?!?! WHY?!?!? I don't mind the girls dancing and all, but like... the Hardcore Metal and Rock doesn't seem to fit it... again, not that I mind... Okay, for all the females wishing to harm me, you can send your cards, letters, complaints and various death threats to.... HA! ... Falling alseep during Nitro isn't a good thing, but a common thing none the less... God bless the Daily Show because, why the fark not? ... I've yet to actually find a topic to harp on, and apparently I'm not about to. Those of you who got ANY of my deep comments earlier raise their hands now...


Thought so.

I think I seriously need to find someone who understands me... or at least can fake it. =) *Natch*... maybe just talk to... David Letterman is still an awesome Late Night show, but Conan O'Brien is probably the best thing out there right now. Odd, huh? ... Well, TONS O' SCHOOL WORK (tm) and tomorrow await. Hey, it could be worse... I could be you. Until next time, this is Michael saying... hot damn that was a cool tag line.

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