Welcome to my Humble Abode...

Here's a picture of me from my last camping trip!

My name is Rob Wieland and I am a student at The University of Wisconsin Whitewater. Many people think I am quite mad and well, I don't deny that allegation. I came from a very unusual upbringing...one that you probably don't care to hear about.

I love playing Lazer Tag!

The name's Wieland. Rob Wieland. I'm twenty one years old and studying for a degree in English and Communication. I take nothing seriously and enjoy notice how funny people can be in general.

Wanna see my senior pic? Click here.

So where do I begin? Blessed Sacrament
I did eight years here having my fertile mind warped by teachers like the lecherous but lovable Mr. Ganas to der Furher, Principal Sister Shirley. This is where my theory on nuns was developed. When nuns enter the nunnery, they trade their sexuality for immortality. nuns don't die..they just get transferred. Now I don't want to sound like I hate Catholics or for that matter Christians. I love God, Jesus, and all those things. People have to realize that one of God's greatest creations was humor. If you haven't already guessed, there are few things in life I take seriously. So to anyone I may offend, close your eyes, count to ten, and lighten up. The world too scary to be complaining about stupid things like words.

My years at Bayside High School
Okay, I never went to Bayside but I always wanted too. Even the nerd chicks were hot. Just as a total divergence....ever notice how most of the actors from 'Saved By the Bell' have gone out of their way to take roles as bad guys/evil people? Guess they don't wanna suffer the same fate as Screech.....or Urkel...but I digress.
Pius XI high school was quite an experience for me. It shook me out of my life as a suburban kid on the South side of Milwaukee and took me into the nice suburban life of a kid in tosa. After a year of hanging out with the rabble rousers and chaff I decided to join the drama clique...trading in rabble for wierdness. I made my dramatic debt as one of the court jesters in our Madrigal Dinner, always my favorite production of the year. I then moved onto a bit part in Anything Goes, my first foray into music. It was during that fateful production that I met two people influential to my life; Andie Miller and Bonnie Bielawski. Miller would become my first REAL girlfriend and she got me hooked on the drama thing. Much as I berate her now I must say without her my life would be a lot different. Mrs. Bielawski on the other hand, or B as I commonly call her, got me into choir. Don't ask me how. After a particularily traumatic experience with grade-school music class concerts I vowed never to sing for people again. But sure enough, junior year, i'm up on the 6th floor and WHAM!! I see starts and slump to the floor, B is over me holding a bat...the next thing I know I'm in a robe singing in concert choir! We went to Toronto that year. That was an experience. Canada is a wierd place.

I was a man in tights
My senior year was so full of stuff it deserves its own paragraph. I broke up with my first long-term Girlfriend and spent most of the year lamenting over that. But this was the year that two people shaped my life. The first is that ex-girlfriend. I will be the first admit if it wasn;t for her I never would have gotten mixed up with the 'performing arts' gang and I would still probably be wearing shirts that depict comic-book characters on them. The other is my choir director, Bonnie. Now I'm gonna get a little sappy here, so bear with me. All my teachers have figured out that I'm a pretty bright kid and have been able to wring my brilliance out of me. Singing, however was anothe matter entirely. Growing up Catholic, I had a lot of traumatic experiences with music as a child..Church, forced participation in grade school 'concerts'. I never thought I had a good voice. I never though I...I'm repeating myself, I guess. The point is, B taught me something NEW...she gave me confidence in an ability I didn't think I had. That's one of the most wonderful things about teachers. Plus she was the first teacher to show me that a teacher is just a person, not some Disney Anamatronic robot that shuts off at 4. Now ehen I see a teacher outside of school I don't get that creepy feeling in my stomach. She believed in me so much she gave me a seat on the Madrigal choir...which was a BIG DEAL back in the day. Looking back on it, it was just a small and insignificant high-school choir thing.

But isn't it the small things that make life worth living?

Okay, back to sarcasm. I work much better with it.

You'd be surprised at just how many people play RPGs.

I'm also a big participant in Role-Playing Games. Before I continue, a few words about my hobby.

Yes, that's like Dungeons & Dragons. But D&D and the games i play are as different as a Model T and a Lexus. Sure, both are cars but which would you rather drive?

No, I do not worship Satan. But I do like Harrison Ford...

No, I don't dress like a Klingon. But I have a funny feeling one of my Theology teachers has....

Yes, I am Evil. But evil in the 'I can't believe you just belched in church' sense as opposed to the ' I can't believe you blew up the Church' sense.

Roleplaying games are an unusual form of storytelling. The cloest thing to virtual reality we'll have before Microsoft gets off of its Imperial butt and makes VR possible. I think its very fun too sit back for a while and forget who you are. A chance to forget your problems. While you can accomplish those things with movies and TV, with role-playingyou can be someone else for a while. you can live a life that is, if not more exciting that yours, at leadt different. You can be anything from a valiant warrior to a scuzzy cybernetically enhanced snitch. It's a chance for people to get together and have some inexpensive fun. Half of the fun lies in the stuff said outside of the game. It's just like playing Monopoly, except the dice are funny looking and the game is in your mind.

But I've rattled on long enough. There really is much more interesting stuff on my page than my backstory. So if you really feel a driving need to find out more about my personal life or my PEZ Dispenser collection, or to just send me money, Give me a jingle!

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Shut UP!!!