My head hurts...

Please!

2006-02-15T19:46:00.000-08:00

I'm writing a Shakespeare paper right now. Please pray for me whoever's reading this. I need it!

Thank you

-SteRoCo

February 14th

2006-02-14T08:13:00.000-08:00

"Valentine's Day....bummer."

-Peter Venkman

If Shakespreare were alive today.....

2006-02-12T18:32:00.000-08:00

... I would punch him in the stomach and then take his wallet. Don't get me wrong, his work is unparalleled and I've enjoyed everything of his that I've read so far (Midsummer Night's Dream and The Tempest are two real good ones). My problem right now is that it's SO FREAKING HARD TO PERFORM! At least at Ball State University it is. Perhaps it's just my Voice and Movement class, but we just got done performing our final scenes for our proffesors on friday, and we didn't meet their expectations. This resulted in them adding three more weeks of Shakspeare. We're now performing scenes from the SAME PLAY we just did (Two Gentleman of Verona, a piece widely regarded by experts, aficionados, and pretentious know-it-alls as one of the Bards lesser plays) and becuase of this, we don't get to work on dialects this year, which was one of the aspects of this class that I was most looking forward to. So Shakespeare, if you can here me, I just want you to know that you are a jerk-off, even if you are a genius.

Ok, so now that I've gotten that off my chest I'd like to say that I 've been stripped of my life. It belongs to the Ball State Theatre department. In exchange for it, I've recived a character analysis paper, hours of scene work, A play that I'm in called "Recent Tragic Events" in which I play a nice, nebbish, guy who falls in love( just like every other play i've ever been in), rehearsals for Reflex (the Improv comedy group I am in), and a breakfast burrito. Actually I bought the burrito myself. It wasn't very good. Anyway, to make a long story even longer, I am sort of busy. Blogging is not a priorty, hence my absence. But I was on somebody elses blogger earlier so I figured I'd update and gripe to America. Because America reads this blog religiously. So does Canada. Mexico stops by when he can. I keep buging Russia to take a look but apparently he's got his own problems. It's okay though.

Oh, I'm also apart of a new comedy group, only this one isn't improv. It's video sketches. Were gonna have our first show in April, I think. We've got three sketches we're going to film and I wrote one of them. Apparently, I'm also going to direct it, which is quite scary and cool at the same time. I'll give you the premise some other time, but lets just say that if you took The Godfather and combined it 2001: A space Odyssey, it wouldn't even be 1/4 of how good this masterpiece shall be. Mark my words! Mark them with a dark blue pen!

In other news, this spring break I will be going to Gatlinburg Tennesse. Me and a gaggle of fellow theatre majors will be staying in a very nice cabin/hotel (in other words, it's not a cabin in a "traditional" sense, it's for of a luxiours pad) and we might do some hiking and one not. Only thing is, I know what's gonna happen. There will be drinking most likely. Drinking that will not be had by me, no sir, but rather by my colleagues. It will make me frightened. I will curl up and hide beneath the foos-ball table for protection.
In all honesty it's not that big of a problem, as I do not doubt my abilities to overcome temptaions. But oh what harrowing temptations they be! The temptations of alcohol! The temptation of making a fool out of myself, and then not remembering any of it. The enticing allure of vomiting all over myself and embracing a slab of cold porcelain for the rest of the night. I don't know if I'll be able to resist the oppurtunity to wake up in the morning feeling like there are tiny little men with jack-hammers in my brain. How can a person bear to not start each day with a head-ache that makes you want to strangle a baby calf? Yep, somehow, I'll over come this temptation.
Now, for a change in pace, I will make a list of movies everyone should see:

Minority Report
Crash
Million Dollar Baby
Shaun of the Dead

Thank you for listening.

Let's see. Anything else interesting to tell you?....is there?... no, I'm seriously asking you, is there anything else?... I suppose not. I guess a lot has happened since I last updated, but the last time I updated was a long time ago, and I can't remember everything. It'd just be, "college this, Sleep-in that." It'd be the online form of Nyquil. I could bottle my blogger and sell it at wallgreens and then I'd be rich and I wouldn't be writing this blogger, because than I'd have a T.V. show and I could just sit there in front of a camera and tell you the types of things I write on this blog and you could fall asleep in front of the Television.

In all seriousness I can't think of anything else that would tantalize your web-surfing taste-buds.

But I will try, and update mor.... I'm sorry I couldn't even finish that statement without laughing.

To all who know me, I say " Auf wiedersehen!"

To all who don't, Never come back here again... or I'll find you.

-Sincerely,
SteRoCo

Hey...

2005-12-05T21:07:00.000-08:00

Remember when I used update my Blogger?

So do I .

-SteRoCo

I guess I should be happy.

2005-10-12T12:10:00.000-07:00

I don't like not having anything to do. Sitting around all day, watching old episodes of MASH and eating doritos is not my idea of the "high-life" So why am I so completely stressed out right now? The shows over, so I am no longer a slave to the BSU Theater dept. (By the way if you go to the link that I put in my previous post, the picture I wanted to direct you to is no longer there. so don't be suprised if you don't see my bright, shining mug there anymore.)I have also caught up a little in my school which is always fantabulous. The problem is that no matter how caught up I get, the work keeps COMING and COMING and COMBING! That's right, it combs too! Work has a large bald spot. I'm in a class called Voice, which details the proper breathing exercizes when speakning, as well as the phonetic alphabet, and how to warm up properly for a show. We will be dealing with a lot a Heavy shakespear, and for one am excited about this. I've never been able to perform shakespear before, and now I'll be able to. We'll also be working with dialects, which will probably end up being my favorite part of the course. Whats the point of mentioning all of this? Well, the class is (enter expletive here)-ing hard! The past two weeks we've recieved Poems and exerpts, (such as Shakespear's Sonnet 65 and a passage from oedipus the king.) and we are supposed to type them up, transcribe them to the Phonetic alphabet, and than underline them in colored pencil, with each color representing, either a short vowel, long vowel, plosive consonant, glide consonant, taco consonant, a middle-little vowel, blah, blah, etc. etc. some one hold me...

It's just a lot of work. We also have to memorize them in order to perform them for my Acting Advisor Wendy, annunciating each and every consonant and vowel until my mouth sets on fire. I'm enjoying, but it is a buttocks-load of work. Now, combine that with my other acting class movement( in this class we study...movement.) Sociology, Pshycology, and Speech class, and you've got a lot on your plate. I'm just so tired of going for seconds.

But i'll get through it. You know why? You don't? Well, it's okay because the question was rhetorical. I'll make it because I'm getting a Flippin' College education studying the thing I love to do...sleep. And acting. Acting's good too. But seriously, I would be selfish in saying "oh my life is horrible, I'm LEARNING!" I'm just gonna hold out and get through it.

What else? A lot has happened since the last enstallment. My shows been over for nearly three weeks. Golly, it was a poop-load of fun. I can honestly say it's the best work I've done, And I'm not mentioning this because I'm full of myself. I've grown as an actor in the 1 and 1/4 years I've spent here at ball state, thanks to the terrific faculty I've been blessed with. In this show I learned a plethora of valuable acting lessons, and lessons in comedy, one of my favoritests things in the whole world! For example, in this play, which is a farce, there are more ridiculous situations then there are in an Three's Company. One thing that a comedic actor must not do in this type of genre is play to the audience or play the comedy. In other words, when you say a joke, you probably shouldn't turn the audince afterwards and wink as you give them a thumbs-up. What makes the jokes so funny is that all the characters that are thrown into these ridiculous sitoutions are completely serious or deadpan. This is just very valuable to me as an actor, (even if you readers out there couldn't give rats behind about it.) In one scene, I am chasing my wife around a kitchen, trying to console her, but she thinks I'm trying to kill her. as this goes on, my "stage son" is wresteling with a cop for a gun, and an old stroke victim woman succeds in both stabbing a limping, lisping, half-blind, half-deaf, deformed man, as well as stealing the hand pupet of an ex-convict and drowning it in a bowel of alphabets. eventually, my wife hits me in head with a frying pan and the gun goes off. Now, some of you may think this is just another one of my crazy-talk ramblings. It isn't. That's for later. This actually happens, put what makes it even funnier is that we convey that no matter how outlandish it is, it is still a dangerous situation. It's that serious edge that gives the scene it's humor.

Enough with the acting lesson. I just liked what I got out of the this show. Except for the part my I had to smoke Cannabis Free on stage, a herbal cigarette that smells a whole lot like Marijuana. Which I guess was appropriate, because our characters were supposed to be smoking pot. It's just funny when people come up to you after the show and ask if you used real marijuana. Any way, the stuff tasted like...not good. stuff. not good stuff. I did however like the people I acted with. That is my favorite part about acting. Not the fact that we perform for people who draw there attention to us, and not because it gives you rush to be on stage. The best part is the relationships that you form with your fellow actors in a show, and the bulding of trust that happens during the rehearsal process. The people that were in my original acting class will always be the people I feel closest to because in the begging it is such a scary expierience. Were all new. We're all being brought into this world together, and there is a real sense of camaraderie. I likes that a lots.
Now because I was in a show with a small cast that I bonded with, I've been going to more parties this year. There were a lot of cast parties. This may or may not be a good thing. For those of you who don't know, a typical college party consists of

1. Twister
2 Hawaian Punch
3. Amusing anecdotes
4.Good clean fun
5. Kittens

Now for the truth.

1.Alcohol
2.Alcohol
3.People acting like complete morons due to alcohol
4.Vomit
5.(on occasion) Naked Football. I'm not joking this happened once.

So the good thing comming out of this is that socially, I'm doing better this year. I'm made so really good friends (well it's more like ive strengthend friendships that were established last year.) I'm starting to get to know more people in the theatre dept. even if most of the times at parties I'm pretty much a wallflower.
These are good things.

The bad things are obvious. Temtations of alcohol, drugs (not as much) sexual behavior. All of these things and more can be yours, if the price is right. Well the price is not right, and I've not given in to any of these things. Just the smell of Vodka makes me want to rip my nostril hairs out anyway. I'm just gonna have to be careful.

I do have a core group of friends that I trust. Most of them, I had met a year before in theater bible study (which thankfully has just started againg this year after fear of it not happening.) My roomate is one of these people. He is a cool dude. He's a T-com major. He takes lots of digital pictures and makes t-shirts. that's pretty much it. (no it's not, he's a great guy.) but it is. By the way, it's really good having a roomate you know before moving in. It takes away certain unwanted elements of pressure and tension away from the first couple of weeks.

Is there anything else? Well, I did make it into a Comedy troupe called Reflex. We've been practicing for about three weeks now. Improvising is not an easy chore, but some One has to do it!.... Okay after thinking about it I suppose nobody has to do it, but it sure is a blast of fun! The first day of rehearsal was interesting. First of all it was on a saturday mourning 10:00, which interfered with my usual saturday schedule of sleeping to 2:00, grabbing lunch and sleeping more. It was enjoyable though, if a little awkward. I have somewhat of a inferiority complex and while we were playing these improv games, I was starting to feel as if I was doing that great a job. But I soon found out that everybody sucke....I mean... everyone had doubts. (nearvous laughter.) Of course I'm joking. That night I had the third run of my show, which made that paticular saturday quite a busy flurry of activity. Afterwards we had another reflex related event at like 11:00 a clock at night. The funny thing was, none of us new members knew what it was or what to expect. We show up at the building, and wait outside a room in the hallway. Finally, one of the leading members comes out saying to go inside. We do, and all that is in there is a lap-top on a table, surrounded by six chairs. We press play to hear a recording that tells us to blind fold ourselves and go back outside. So I ran into the corner and rocked myself in the fetal position out of sheer terror. After that I gave in and blind-folded my self with the socks that were on the table. (How difficult is it too by actual blind-folds you ask? Well for a college student, pretty imposible. ) We stumble our way outside and then are directed by a group of "annymous kidnappers" aka the leading troupe members, and stuff into a car. Now, this was pretty crazy, but also a fun and creative way of initiating us. It beats a hazing any day. The only thing is it was sort of poorly planned. We ended up doing a lot of wondering a round for now reason. We were taken outside and marched in a line. We were sat down. All kinds of arbitrary directions while blindfolded. One interesting thing I remeber is that no matter where you are in Muncie, you can here a train, which scared me into thinking there were going to lead us on to the train tracks and fake us out or something. But no. Just more wandering. So ANYWAY, eventually we were led to someones house, and into a darkened room. We were then asked to take off the bind folds, they turned on the lights and there in front of us were four papa Johns pizzas. (papa john actually graduated from ball state belive or not. And every single event involving pizza that I have gone to at this school has provided Papa John's. Coinicidence?.... yeah, probably.) It ended up being fun, except for the one guy in our trope who got his by a train. That was kind of a downer.

So this entire reflex thing is really exciting because not only will we do live improve shows, my roomate, who is friends with the leading member, is helping to put together a dvd of our performances, as well as original skethces we will film. All the members biographies will be put on it, and I just think that's wicked awesome. It's wiked sweet coolio magee. Yo. As you can see I speak college.

So that was an insanely long post. To those who stuck with it, thanks. To those who didn't, your off the christmas card list. There is more I can say, but it delves into more personal territory... which would actually be okay if this were a diary.... which it kind of is, ... but everyone has access to it.... so .... that's why bloggers are stupid. On a serious note, If you all could please pray for me that'd be great. I'm just swamped with work, and I need time to spend with the lord, but I'm not doing a very good job with it right now. For those of you who don't pray, hey don't worry. You can send me a letter saying... "go SteRoCo", or "there's nothing to it but to do it" or ... "I like your pants" to, you know cheer me on.
Any who, I hope you all enjoy your lives.
I will leave you now, with an important question. How come the new commercials from KENTUCKY Fried Chicken are playing the song "sweet home ALABAMA?"

Ouch!

2005-09-19T10:28:00.000-07:00

Alright, if you'd like to know why I haven't touched my blogger...

www.bsu.edu/theatre

Go there. I've been extremely busy, and can't write much right now, cause I have to study for an awesome sociology test. To tide you over till next time, I'll just say that opening night went very well, My Mother was not offended by it (she probably was on the inside, deep down), I was cast in an Improv comedy Troupe called Reflex, And was blind folded and kidnapped on Saturday. And just so you know, the last thing I just wrote is actually sort of true. I know I'm a sarcastic Jack-Monkey most of the time, but this is a genuine incident. More on this later. Well, that's all for now. Until next time, Please Bathe and Pick Responsibly.

Ok, I should probably update this puppy again.

2005-08-24T14:05:00.000-07:00

Hi. My name is SteRoCo. Actually this is my screen name for the Blogger. I've already told you my name in the very first post. Maybe I shouldn't have disclosed that information, but since I have, I will go all out and give you all my information.

My phone number is 765-555-cool
my cell is 219-awe-some
I live in antartica with my penguin wife and are 7 beatiful littlens. 6 penguins and a flamingo. (we adopted him.)
I go whaling in the afternoon and then come home to my fine-featherd spouse to find freshly baked Eskimo pies wating for me on the table. .... I.. I'm sorry, I apologize for everything I've just written. It's just that nothing that interesting has happened. Sure, I started class on Monday, beginning with a huge lecture room filled to the brim with eager, wide-eyed potheads and drunk- Oh, I mean....students... wating for speech class to begin, and then proceeding into pschycology which is like downing a bottle of Nyquil, but who wants to hear about that? NO ONE! NO! Not even you ! That's right! Stop reading this! YOU DON'T WANT TO. GET OUT!

Alright, if you not leaving, I'll just have to go on. Last weekend was pretty fun. Saturday I went to a party at my roomate's girlfriend's house, (there was alcohol but relax. The closes thing I was to buzzin' was when my cell phone vibrated.)The next day, I actually ended up preparing for class on monday, making sure I had all my books and what not. That night I went to a very different party, which consisted of a bunch of us watching six episodes of a criminally underseen show called Arrested Development. Seriously, I think the six people that were there are the only fans of this freaking show. But it is funny AND witty. There are so many jokes in one episode that you catch new things everytime you watch, and it's CLEVER! People with brains can even enjoy it. Most of the other stuff they show on television is crap (reality t.v., I'm looking in your direction) and it's sad, because that is the stuff people watch. This show is probably an aquired taste, but there are dvd's and "If you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up." (I put it in quotes because it's from a movie. It's kind of a general quote but maybe someone can guess what I'm thinking of.) So anyway, everyone should give the show a chance.

Wow. I spent more time talking about a show than I did about my own life. Oh well, :)
The play's going really well, classes are going smoothly so far, and I'm not dead so everything is ship-shape. Now please, take care of your selves, and your families.

I'm a college boy, again!

2005-08-15T20:10:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I got back to the good ole' BS of U. Actually what I just typed doesn't make much sense. What I meant by that was Ball State University. Sorry to all those who don't read ross. Anywho, I should have one more week of summer vacation, but I had to come back because I am in another play. It's called Fuddy Meers and it's about a woman who has a form of Pshycogenic Amnesia, which means Once she falls asleep, she loses all memeory of what happened that day. I play her husband, and every morning I have to re-introduce myself and my stoner son, and show her how the appliances work and every thing. It's been fun so far. Especially because I am the best actor that ever lived, next to Keanu Reeves. In all seriousness though, Mr. Reeves is not as bad as I say he is. He was pretty good in that movie about the bus or whatever. Robert De niro however is incredibly amateur.

So that's where I'm at right now. I'm suprisingly really happy to be back here. I'm not sure why. I geuss it's because I feel like I'm accomplishing something now after the less-than-satisfactory summer. Anyway, despite my school schedule, I will try and update more often than I have been. I promise. I swear on my swedish uncle's cat's grave I will.

See you soon.

Three Things

2005-08-05T13:00:00.000-07:00

I have three things I must tell all of you.

1) My sister shannon, who went to Africa this summer, has a blogger and it is http://shannonlandon.blogspot.com. If you would like to read about it or leave her a message to ask her more about it, then surf over there.

b) I GOT STYLISH NEW GLASSES! I am now the most jaw-droppingly handsome man that has ever lived in the history of time! Take that, Danny DeVito!

Potato) I officially leave for good old Ball State University on Aug. 14. It shall be a day of great importance as I realize that my short, crappy summer has officially ended. There will be more on this important news story soon, or when I feel like writing it.

That's all for now! God bless!

....Oh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHANNON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Singing Pork, Dancing Veal, what an entertaning meal!

2005-08-04T14:14:00.000-07:00

So........

Listen, I ahhh, don't really deserve a blogger. At all! Cause, you know, I don't really update it....ever. I don't know how much all you people with bloggers update out there, but I'm sure it's more than I do. It's cause I've been really busy lately, really. I've gotten a job, and I was also involved in that musical I mentioned before. Beauty and the Beast, the best musical ever concived by human minds. (that is if the people working at disney are in fact human beings. They seem more like obidient little robots that churn out mediocre childrens films year after painful year.) I played the prestigeous role of chorus member. The funny thing is, I didn't even try out for it. It was performed in the Reinhart Auditorium at Merriville Highschool in Merriville Indiana. Funny how I'm promoting it now after it's over. This year they were short on men (as they seem to be every year) and because i had been in some shows for them before, I was asked if I could be in it. and in it I was. I ended up having fun, but for the first half or so, I wanted to shove a screw driver through my ear drums. There were so many new, young people in the cast. most of them were 14 and 15 year old girls. It was just fantastic (sarcastic grin.) There also a lot of yelling, miscommunication and just all around annoying personalites floating around every practice we had. But be that as it may, it always seems to pull to gather for opening night. I really don't see how it couldn't be the grace of God that sets everything into place. Rehearsals are usually that bad. The sets were amazing, the performances were spot on (especially the beauty and beast.) and in one scene I got to maneuver a cheese cart! I played a vendor in the first scene and I have two solo lines! That's right! An even number! In one scene I also got the extreme pleasure of having my behind burnt by Lumiere, the enchanted candlestick ( know the the "Be our Guest" guy). If you remember the cartoon at all, it's when all the villagers storm the castle. Anyway, when the scene came, I was always able to let out the most outlandis, cartoonish YELP that I could. It was fun because every night I could here all the little kids in the audience laughing. they were laughing at my pain. ALL OF THEM.....lauging... at my agony. Sadistic little snots........sorry.
The only part I had that I wasn't a big fan of was be are guest ( and in case any of you were wondering what the title meant, they are lyrics from the song. And you all thought I had finally gone insane...or at least more insane.) First of all, I had to were this crappy tuxedo that doesn't fit.The pants snapped in three places. I'm so huge and fat and disgusting that I could only get two of the snapped. the other one just wouldn't let me. Second of all, I had to wear this big dopey styrofaom untensils on my hands. Okay, you know how in the cartoon, everyone in the castle was an object? Well in this play I was like a collection of objects. I looked like a human, but I'm really freakis waiter freak who for some reason where's a chef's hat and has a knife for one hand and a fork for the other. I'm suprised Belle didn't high-tail it the moment she saw me. And finally the reason that I didn't enjoy be our guest, is because I had a hard time memorizing the words. I've seriously never had such a hard time trying to memorize words for a show in my entire life.

Any way, the only other big thing that's happend recently is my sister came home from Tanzania. That's in Africa for all you who thought I was writing the name of a new band. She's had mad jet lag nearly the entire week. This is something I've never expireienced myself, but i'm sure it's not fun. You can probably read about her trip on her blogger, I can't remember the name of it right now. (I'm a terrific brother.) But I'll post it soon. That's all from me for now. thanks for your collective patience.

Finally!

2005-07-07T20:37:00.000-07:00

Well, it happened folks. After months of searching, driving, and crying in the corner, I finally got a Job! Hurray for me! I'd throw a party if I wan't so cheap and anti-social. It's at JC Penny's. I will be stocking items and helping customers with there various questions and what-not. I start training (with pay) on Monday and am extremely excited about it. Granted I'm only going to be able to work for about a month before I move back to good old Muncie Indiana, but a month's pay is better than no pay at all right?.... No? re...really you ...don't think so? well, your shaking your head no so I just thought.... well, your stupid!

Any way, I just thought I'd share that with you all. Many thanks to Tim Mckenna for talking to his manager and helping me become employed. I'd also like to thank my family for putting up with my unemployed...ness. Or whatever. I also would like to thank taco bell and their 99 cent burritos that keep a bum like me (who has little money) fed and content.

By the way, this is my first post in a long time. I've been involved with a little musical I like to call Beauty and the Beast at Merriville highschool. I've just been lazy and tired with the whole blog... thing. But next time I'll bring you many tales of my adventures in theater land. Stay tuned.

I Really Don't Have a Great Memory...

2005-06-21T14:18:00.000-07:00

And this could be why I haven't posted in a while. I'm sure this has upset all two of my readers, but I'm back now, so stop crying and calm down. Anyways, my memory is so bad that I don't really know what's happened to me recently. Nothing THAT big. All I know is that June 17th was my Father's birthday, but he couldn't come home this weekend because he was on call for work. This would make me upset if my dad wasn't a secret agent who is frequently needed to save the world from impending doom. But it was still a bummer he couldn't come. He told me that for his birthday/father's day present he wants me to vacuum his car.....whatever Dad. If that's what you want. I was going to BUY you a new car but i suppose this'll do too. Speaking of Fathers day, I spent mine at my grandmothers house in Merrillville, IN. It's always fun catching up with the family, despite the frequent questions of if I've gotten a job yet. (I will.) Only problem is, my little cousins are quite the rambunctious bunch. They jump on me, ask me to spin them, ask me to tell them funny stories. I'm only ONE MAN, DARNNIT! It's alright though. My grandma made lazagna. It makes up for everything.

Between my Dad's birthday and Father's day, I went to a Railcats game with my good friends Ryan, Josh, And Josh's Dad. This was extremely enjoyable, not only because I love going to baseball games, but also because my two friends are as peculiar as I am. I can talk to them about anything, even if it's the most ridiculous conversation heard by human ears. Ryan and I have been know to carry on disscusions of pure and utter nonsense! I can only do that with a few people. At one point at the game, we made up an entirely different take on what was going on the field, although I will not describe what it entailed, for it is far to strange to be written here. It's just refreshing to be able to be completley and utterly ridiculous for a few hours without worrying about how others percieve you. Anywho, that's about it for now. I'll see you when I see you.

Groan.....

2005-06-09T13:13:00.000-07:00

I HATE MCDONALD'S COMMERCIALS. I don't understand why anyone should be forced to sit through them. I imagine it hurts buissness more than it helps because they are all INCOMPETENT, INSIPID TRASH! "BUH DAH BU DUH DUH! I'M LOVING IT!" Well you know what? I'll start loving it when the big executives down at Mcdonalds realize that they are slowly destroying the YOUTH OF AMERICA by shoving this 4-year-old-written excrement down their throats! HA! And anything even simply pertaining to mcdonalds will be incinerated. Including grimace! That big, purple fat guy! My favorites are always the ones with these slender, beautiful, Physically perfect teenagers, who are obviouslly super models looking for work, who scarf down big macs like they're Flinstones Vitamin Tablets, and then look all happy and spiritually fulfilled. What is the message of this? Mcdonals can solve all your problems! Hooray! "Oh, my house burned down and my dog got ran over by a volkswagon, but it's all good. I HAVE CHICKEN NUGGETS! I'll forget all about the death of my beloved fluffles."
Speaking of things that are dead, or rather, should die, can some one please tell me why Hilary Duff still has a career? She has all the acting talent of a baked potato. I'm pretty sure if I see one more formulaic, teeny-bopper flick, sporting her giant mug on the poster, I will go bonkers! Oh, and how come ever person whose ever been famous gets there own reality t.v. show? "Hey, I know lets give charles manson his own show! He's well known!" "Hey, too bad Hitler's not still alive. He'd really pull in the ratings!" ..... I want my own reality t.v. show. What does it take to get one? I'll eat pig brains if you want. I'll choose between 20 girls only to have all the losers be humiliated on national t.v.! Whatever!

Wow. Sorry. I just needed to get those things off my chest. I saw a mcdonalds commercial and it kinda set me off. Any who, I'm sure the next post will be about my life. Unless Lindsey Lohan gets her own show. Then it's war.

A Wedding, A Flood, and ... Well That's About It

2005-06-06T12:56:00.000-07:00

This weekend was actually pretty nice. I was able to attend the wedding of my friend Jen. It took place outside and was just a really beautiful ceremony. I pray that God's blessings be with them.
This marks the first real time that a good friend of mine has gotten married and it sort of makes me feel... old or something. Growing up is a weird feeling. I feel like I'm not prepared for anything coming my way. I guess that's where my trust in God comes in. By nature, I am a very nervous person. I get worried very easily, whether it's about something big or something small. If I'm driving down a highway and I spot a squirrel trying to cross, I will become so worried for it's life that I'll literally break down and go into convulsions.... alright that's not true but it doesn't mean that I don't fret alot!
I seem to have rambled a bit, but the point is life feels like a whirlwind at times and I wish there was a button I could press to make it all stop for a second so that I can catch my breath. *breaths in deeply, only to inhale a june bug*
(gaging, coughing, spiting)

Okie-dokie lets move on. After the wedding, I came home to find my Dad was over for a visit. It was a hoot-and-a-half. We went out for pizza and then we were greeted with a terrifically horrific Thunderstorm. Lightning, rain, chances of tornadoes, all the stuff that would have scared me crapless 8 years earlier in my life (speaking of being afraid of things, twisters were the biggest fear I had as a child. To this day I can't look at Bill Paxton or Helen Hunt without shuttering a little.) It rained so much that the road was actually flooding, and flowing in to our yard. Our basement was a little flooded so we had to move some boxes up to higher ground. IT. WAS. INSANITY. I began preparations in constructing an ark for my family and me. I quickly ran around looking for two of every animal. I wan't sure where I would find certain animals in Crown Point, so I just decided to grab the first two cats I could find, hoping they had differing genders. It turns out I didn't need an ark, or a pair of cats for breeding a mass feline population, because sooner or later, the storm cleared up. But it never hurts to be prepared for this sort of thing.

So, I'm back to doing this?

2005-06-04T09:52:00.000-07:00

Hello, everybody. I've just escaped a trecherous pit of snakes to write this important post. Now, the title above may suggest that the content of said post is ultimately negative, however I must confess that it was not in the slightest. Last night, I was able to watch my two little cousins, Rachel (age 9) and Hannah (age 6). Now, I've not babysat since I was, like, 16, and I do not see this venture turning into an all summer thing. I will not be starting a babysitters club this summer, so all you hopeful 15-year-old girls out there hoping to make some money better look somewhere else. But I always enjoy watching those two little whiper-snappers. I thought all we'd do is watch t.v., but what we did was so much better. There really creative kids. We instead wrote a book called "Two Best Friends" which followed the adventrues of a monkey named Sasha and a buterfly named Tasha. I came up with a character named Fat Zookeeper Horatio. I identify with him the most I think. After this, we played outside for a little bit. I'm amazed how much they seem to have grown up. They've grown up so much even during the little time I've been gone. They asked me questions about college and stuff, and for the first time I felt like I was talking to little people and not just little kids.....No I'm not gonna cry, so just stop asking! NO! I JUST GOT A LITTLE FUZZ IN MY EYE! IT'S NOTHING! DON'T LOOK AT ME!
*runs away crying*

*a few hours pass*

So anyway, everything went fine, and the kids were really good. Tune in next time for the further trials and tribulations, of my life.

Movie Making

2005-05-31T20:08:00.000-07:00

Well, I know now that keeping this blogger updated is going to be a challenge for me. I am the absent minded professor, so I'll probably forget often. Not to mention, I procrastinate quite a bit. Don't worry, though. I will post every two months at least... So my weekend wasn't terribly eventful. My Dad was to come visit on Saturday. He lives in Wheaton, Illinois, so it's not a horrible drive or anything. But he couldn't, so he didn't, and that was that.

Sunday was at least more fun. My brother, my sister and I stayed over at the home of our good friends the Shutske's. Joey, eldest child still living in the Shutske houshold, and I enjoy fidiling around with my video camera, which I think was made in the 1960's. Seriously it is a piece (enter word meaning poop here). But it's all we got. I guess I'm just not with the times. What if I was supposed to be born in a different time period? What if God created me with a personality that works better in an earlier decade, but allowed be born later to play a trick on me? God has a sense of humor right?

This is why I didn't start a blogger earlier. I tend to ramble. Listen, just wipe off the drool that accumulated while you were starting to fall asleep face-first into the keyboard as I get to the point of my story. Joey and I decided to try and finish a home movie we had started about 3 years ago. Sure ,there basement had gone through some remodeling since then, and we both were now taller and a bit thiner (well Joey is anyway) we figured we would break the continuity of our masterpiece. Afterall, our script isn't exactaly...coherent. I play a russian mad man, and he is the next door neighbor of a girl I kidnapped (Played by Joey's sister.) There is also something about a gameboy and a nuclear bomb involved, but it doesn't matter in the slightest. I don't know what it is anymore. This time we decided to film it like it was a star wars movie. We had cloaks, paper mache lightsabers, and enough wooden acting to rival the star wars prequels. We haven't finished yet, but we will..........I need a job.

Then on monday, my Dad came over after night being able to on saturday. It's always fun seeing, not to mention he always cooks something mouth-wateringly suculent. This time it was tacos. Good grief charlie brown, do I love homade tacos.

Today, a whole lot of nothing happened. Just a lot of driving people around, and running to the store and so on and what not. In order to make this post some what more exciting, I will make something up and say that today I was awarded a Nobel Prize for building a bridge between The United States to Australia. There. That'll do it.

Why, Hello There! What are You Doing Here?

2005-05-27T13:19:00.000-07:00

Did you make a wrong turn? This blog belongs to none other than SteRoCo. Surely you didn't mean to venture your way into this territory. Let me tell you a secret *leans in close to whisper into your ear* He's kind of boring. Did you here me? No. Oh sorry. He's Kind of Boring!!! Don't believe me? Well that's the same thing the last person said, right before his brain melted in his skull after enduring just one half of a post. Need further convincing? Well the first time I was told of this perilous journey into the net, I though it was an old wives tale (what exactaly does this term mean, "old wives tale?" well whatever it means, I shall from now on find it hard to trust elderly married women.) But as soon as I lifted my eyes to the computer screen, I vomited all over the keyboard, due to the excruciatingly mediocre content of the blog. .... Well I suppose if you feel you must.....read on. But you have been warned. Take this bag of Ramen Noodles and a can of mace with you on your trek through the "SWAMP OF NOTHING INTERESTING TO SAY!"

Post # 1: Staring at the Ceiling on a Lovely Spring Afternoon

Today, sat on the couch and stared up at my living room ceiling. My living room ceiling is white. As I sat there, staring at my living room ceiling, I begin to ponder "how would the ceiling look with a different color?" So I sat there. And then I sat there some more. Pondering. Pondering some more. Sitting. Sitting while Pondering. *a scream is heard near by, which indicates another victim has happened upon this blogger* Pondering while sitting. After a while, I decide that I like the ceiling just the way it is. *collective sighs of relief are heard around the world*..............................................................But then I start to ponder, "what would the ceiling look like if it had a ceiling fan?" *Explosions are heard all around, for computers just cannot take this amount of poorly executed story telling*

Just kidding. Hopefully my live internet web-journal page blogger thingy won't be that horrendous. Hopefully i've just spelled horrendous right. Anyhoo, I am currently a college student. I attend Ball State University and am a theater major. I'm not sure if any of you had a clue that I am a dramatic person (see begining of this post) but I am. Right now, I am home and am currently unemployed. So I got that going for me. I pretty much just want to have fun, but am far to serious to have any. All in all, I'm complicated. But the thing that is most important in my life is my faith in Christ. From time to time i will share my exploits in that area. To finish, let
me just say that if you are only reading this one blogger today, it will be the best thing you read, all day. I guarantee that.