Green Drink

I'm writing this first little portion as a simple act of preserving my intellectual ownership of the drink, Green Drink, as well as its recipe, on the terribly off-chance that after I talk to a marketing representative at the Coca-Cola headquarters, they like my drink, and then try to screw me out of ownership of the idea.

Green drink is a combination of three beverages produced by the Coca-Cola company. I first made the drink in August of 2007 at a local McDonalds after a particularly hot day of band practice. Collin Winkle was with me, bore witness too, has made Green Drink, and has seen me make Green Drink on numerous and uncountable occasions, and most recently yesterday, July 24th, 2011. -Cate Vickery also bore witness to this, and asked me to make her a cup of Green Drink as well.

Other witnesses to Green Drink include, but are not limited to, Tim Buszka, Bret Mattingly, and Lauren Crumble.

I am the sole intellectual contributor to Green Drink, including it's ingredients and name.

Green Drink is intended to quench thirst and replenish fluids without the use of caffination, carbonation, or excessive amounts of calories.

Green Drink is a mixture of Minute-Maid Lemonade Lite, Hi-C Orange Flavored Drink, and Powerade Mountain Blast.

The three beverages mentioned in the previous statement are property of Coca-Cola, and I in no way claim ownership to them, only the idea and recipe of Green Drink.

The recipe of Green Drink.

Most often a large McDonalds beverage cup is used.

The cup is to be filled with 2/3 Minute-Maid Lite, just over 1/6 Hi-C Orange Flavored Drink, and another 1/6 Powerade Mountain Blast.

The result is a beverage with a green color, thus the name, and incredibly refreshing qualities.

I, John Kenneth Steele, claim ownership to the idea, name, and recipe of Green Drink.

I am in no way affiliated with Coca-Cola Industries.

I plan to present my idea to a marketing representative of Coca-Cola Industries before the end of August 2011.

One Half-Giant

I've been out of the movie for over 2 hours now(Harry Potter 7-2) and I'm still processing it in my head. It hit me last night, and even kept me awake for a while, that I would be seeing the last movie in less than 24 hours. It was really quite sad to think about. It was like after the marching band season ended senior year. It had been a part of my life for such a long time, and then it was just over. Except this has been part of my life since I started reading larger books. When they came out, Harry Potter was some of the biggest books I had ever read in my life, and I know that it's over, and as much as I want more, anything more won't fill the void, wont be the same, just wont work for me.

For those that have yet to see the movie, I don't want to spoil anything, so read with caution.

I spent the early hours finishing every little detail to my costume, making it as good as could be, and by 2:30 I was helping to destroy the Horcrux's with friends. We went to eat at steak and shake, then arrived at the movie just after 8 pm. We discovered that they had started seating people already, which was a plus and a minus. It was a bit more comfortable rather than standing in line for 3-4 hours, as I was in a sweater, a vest, and a fleece trench coat. I did miss the aspect of waiting outside with everyone though. But it was nice being in a room of people that are just as excited as you are. Auditorium 6, I will never forget. We were all so alike, we laughed at the same things, clapped together, chanted, played games. I just loved the population as a whole. It was also a huge ego/self-esteem boost that I needed, because I got stopped to take photos probably 40 times by complete strangers. I noticed dozens of other times I would see a flash that was pointed at me, as someone tried to snap a picture quickly without my noticing. I only saw one other Hagrid, and he flat out said that I blew his costume out of the water. There was really only one word that I could use to describe tonight, it was magic. It was the built up energy and excitement and love over the last 10 years, and there in front of us was the last outlet.

The movie was as perfect as I could have imagined it, every moment was bliss. I drank probably 80 ounces of fluid before the movie, and of course as soon as the previews start, I had to pee. I gave my bladder no say in my life for the next 2 1/2 hours, and found myself peeing for probably 3 minutes straight when we got out. TMI? Maybe, but I want to look back at this post a great deal of time from now and remember everything. There were the most delightful little troupe of Very Potter Musical characters, always saying "totally awesome" and whatnot. I posed for a picture with Buckbeak with the lot of them. I may have mentioned on here that the last time I cried was when I was 11. Toy Story 3 made a tear well up, but nothing came of it. The last time that I cried was when I was 19, on July 15th. Theres a scene as Harry is about to head into the Dark Forest, and he knows he's going to die. He gives Hermione a hug, and he just looked at Ron, nobody said anything, there was nothing that needed to be said. There was just something about that moment that reminded me of the friends I hold closest to me, as well as how impact-full that scene really was.

And it was really neat to watch them back in Hogwarts, going through some of the places they had previously been, like The Chamber of Secrets. And to see the professors be so happy to see Harry back and fighting, it was emotional, in a perfect way. The whole movie was like the packaging for an iPhone, nothing excessive, it's neat and presentable and does exactly was it needs to do. Nothing lacking at all, you're amazed how they did it, and you and only sit in disbelief at the wonder that's in front of you.

My one complaint with the movie is that they changed a few things, like a pep talk to Harry, the entire Gay Dumbledore plot line was missing as well. But I didn't mind, not one bit. They glazed over the members of The Phoenix who had fallen in the fight for Hogwarts, I wish there had been a little more camera time for it to sink in fully, but it was there. They missed the fact that Harry and Ginny raised Lupin and Tonks son at the end though, I thought that was also important.

I can't complain about anything though. I loved it. I loved everything about my experience, I did it the right way, as a 7 foot tall lovable character who had all of 3 lines in the whole movie.

In 30 years, would I take my kids to go see a remake? Hell no, I'd be calling up my adult friends from Westfield and going to the midnight release, my kids can wait. Not that I'm saying there's anything to remake, they could just add in things that they took out the first time around. And Emma Watson should still be in it, because one day I'm going to marry her.

Stationary Faces

I feel like I'm living the life of a hamster. I sit contently in my little world, there's some tubes I can run through, a wheel, and food. People drop in now and again to see me, but in the end I'm the one stuck doing the same things, every single day.

Fuck, I'd even settle for being back in school right now, Westfield or Anderson, at least then I had something to do 5 days a week. Lots of my friends have almost full time jobs, or take classes this summer, or do something productive with their time. Me? I have the same options, every single day. Watch movies, ride my bike, work outside, or fill out my 67th application for this summer. Ok, maybe there's a little more than that, but it feels like I have the same 5 options open to me every day while everyone else goes off and does productive stuff.

Here's a tricky part, remembering my train of thought, because I started this several hours ago but forgot that I was cooking, and now I'm trying to resume it. It's not looking like I'm going to remember what I was going to say though.

I had a conversation about Generation Y, and how we're going to make bank after it came up earlier this week and I googled it later. My mom had to chime in that Julie is a part of that generation too, but she's like the anti-generation Y, she's not gonna make a ton of money, she's not self motivated to make things work. She's just, there.

OH! And she's started cooking lately, because I keep getting more attention because of the stuff that I've been baking. I can't say she's bad at cooking, and some things even look alright, but she hasn't changed at all. My mom always told me that the difference between Julie and I when we cook is that she cooks for attention, secret ingredients, and strange recipes, while I cook for the joy of cooking and to show my affection and appreciation for people. She just tried to make some kind of dessert and hide coconut in it and make my mom guess what was in it.

I'm cleaning out my closet, there's so much junk in there. My goal is to keep about 40% of the stuff in there, and put the rest in a garage sale or to goodwill. I'm incredibly nostalgic, so it's really tough. I remember exactly where and when like 98% of the stuff in there came from. I'm also gonna make an ebay account to help get rid of the stuff that's collectors worth.

I don't have much else to say right now, got a text from the pest in my head, she's playing wheel of fortune and the answer was "Plaid Flannel Shirt" and she thought of me.

I'm really ready to be at Ball State and on my own again. I'm pretty much free to do whatever I please here, but it's different when you're actually at college. I don't know, I'm just tired of things the way they are right now.