Why not eat Insects

  

The Idea of eating a bug is kinda creepy to me or was would be a more correct phrase, but after viewing this video it started to make more sense to me that we do eat insects, and they are a source of different nutrion. People who are lost in the woods often may eat bugs to stay alive. It might be because how our soceity views bugs that incourages our disgust and fear of eating insects intentionally. It could also be the way they look to us, almost sinister in appearance, how their near otherworldly appearal could bring our "creeped out meter" to a apex.
   I never personally intentionally eaten Insects but I always imagined it to be foul tasting. But after learning in French class about Escargo and how they act like Sponges by absorbing the flavor of whatever they were cooked in, I begun to think maybe other insects may have similar effects. I also look at how Bugs eat plants as mostly a primary source of food (While some eat the waste or leftovers of Humans) that may make them nutritious sources of food if you think about the saying "You are what you eat". Another example of a person using insects to survive is the man above in the picture who survived in the wilderness of insects only. So personally I may never try to eat insects unless coaxed into it enough.

Dance Class

Every Tuesday for 6 to 7 weeks I have attended a Beginner Level Dance Class. Me, along with Serena Lam go in every time and work on a routine for a Recital. I have been memorizing the steps well, having Serena around can help a lot sometimes. Though the people in my class may be younger than both of us, me being the second oldest next to the instructor Brittney, I do have fun in there. The Class is a way for me to hone and better my dancing.

We are dancing to Justin Bieber (Beaver's) Hit "Baby". A song about a little boy in love with a girl who sounds like a 5-year old girl. Our dance is on 8-counts with around 10 dance sequences I seperated in my own  head. A lot of the moves are simple but need to be done quickly, almost 1 move a second and large moves take about 8 seconds to pull off such as sequence changing.

I am very nervous about my Recital coming up on Dec. 17th. My big fear is I may look stupid or I may not be as good as I think. But ultimately I think I may forget my steps. But I can't keep doubting myself all the time.

Barney The Scary Dinosaur

    

     This Purple Dinosaur is the most Scariest Being on the face of the Earth. When I was 6 I use to have nightmares Barney would sing "I love you.." While I laid in the bed cowering from him. It started with one sentence said by my eldest sister Corvetta "Barney is a Child Molestor!" And then she went into detail how all his songs and things indicated how creepy he was. "Tree in the Whole" "Rain song" and the enfabled "I Love you" they song at the end of each episode.
      The most scariest thing about him was his eyes. Those souless black eyes reminded me of all the horrors that was in the world. If anyone ever wanted to scary me at the age, just wear a Barney suit with a knife covered in fake blood. Oh my jebus I would maybe faint from screaming so hard. Barney is pure evil, unlimited fear concentrated in a purple Dinosaur suit.
     It wasn't just them either. My sister said something way to dangerous about the Teletubbies. The fact of the show is it had: A allegedly Gay Purple character, a Black Green one, A yellow female, and a Asian Red Teletubbie. It was then I had seen far enough of Children television. Until the dawning of "Hip-hop Harry" the one and only character I agree with straight to this day. He was a Dancing and Rapping Giant Bear who had a bunch a kid dancers who danced with him. Instead of a Song They did a Dance Circle at the end and before that did actually rap "I Love To Learn". It may be because of my hobby of Dancing that I agree with the show. In a final though I would say this....Down with the Evil Dinosaur!

My F#%$#!& Paper

  Well Today my anger has found a new level. People seem to view my writing ability in a certain way. I am a very passionate writer and I get very emotional when people go out of their way to go into my stories and nitpick it, not looking at grammar mistakes but looking at the story itself and saying what is stupid and what is immature or what is before my time. I wouldn't be bothered if it was just a paper I hastily wrote or just through out there on a limb. But most of my stories are connected to not just my heart, my soul, my mind but my entire life.
    Grades are nothing to me, someone can be entirely smart and clever, and be a major procratinator or have issues so they can't get their work done. School is entirely to focused on Grades to the point peopl emake it a obessesion and call people idiotic for not having the standards. I am going to say this now, The Southwestern school system failed my sister entirely, This isn't a joke 7 failures of the OGT but she passed all of her classes with flying colors and passing her SAT in philidelphia, she should've sued! People think I am weird or stupid sometimes but I am smarter than they think.

Gluttony

     The awakening and depressing story by Maise Crow, had an astonishing effect on me. Maise Crow is a Graduate Student in Ohio State who lives in New York. She created a video depicting the Trials of a teen named Max who has a disorder, a deteriation of the 15th chromosone. It tells of his pain with carrying on with a disorder that gives him a insatiable apetite, something I could only describe as a Curse of Glutton. His Caretaker watches over him and makes sure he is okay, but through the constant slide show of pictures you can see, the pain and struggle he himself, the caretaker goes through to protect and give Max the love he rightfully deserves, the type and human being deserves, no matter what has been dealt to them at  birth.

   Max describes the urge to eat as Knives to his stomach. The sharp shining blade that we recognize as something to make bisecting and dicing materials, aswell as a weapon used to take the Priceless and famed gift of Life. Imagining that you ancidently cut yourself, but magnify that repeatedly in your body, just to a natural instinct like Hunger could be menancing.

When I think about what Max may grow through in his life, what anyone with this disorder might go through, I feel discontent and I get a feeling in the pit of my Stomach, because I can't stop it. I have this urge to find him and help, but how? It may be my natural reaction or just compassion, I don't even know if its just pity in me making me feel this. I just know that this shouldn't have happened to someone, It's not rude or mean, or unfortunate or funny to me. It's just seems Evil, and like a good person, I think evil has to be stopped.

Greatest Dancer

Adam Sevani is a California native Dancer/Actor. I was 13 when I first saw "Step up 2" After watching how dance could be and how it looked I knew I wanted to dance. I practiced by myself using Youtube channels but couldn't get the moves right. The entire thing was mashed up and confusing without anyone teaching me so for a while I stopped dancing. I had just set up my Twitter account and decided to follow a few people only and at best get on a little bit to see. Out of couriousity after adding the basics Nicki Minaj, Drake, and Trey Songs, and then that was that. But then something occured to me. I typed it something I saw in the Movie aswell in the infamed "Thriller" and "ACDC vs M&M" crew, Adam Sevani. Maybe a couple fan accounts popped up but then 2 other accounts poped up on screen, It was a second for me to figure out which one was real, except by my keen ability to read people by how they write.

One was completely cocky and self centered, another seemed actually like a Human being. So I moved the Mousepad over the good old "Follow" button. A second later a board full of posts by Adam G. Sevani was on my screen. After a bit of replies and DM's we got to talk about dancing. After this I was more determined to master Dancing, beginning with my Friends Crump. Crumping was one the most simplest of moves, but my skills were mediocre and even still to this day at the best it could be, but I am coming a long. I tried a bit of practicing in chest pops and and learning how to Wave. Despite how simple it sounds Waving is kinda hard to do. Your arms cannot move at the misdetermined time period. But I am still talking to Adam Sevani over Twitter, he replies too, I think I am having a Mentor. And even if it isnt Adam, atleast he gave me the gull to keep going!

Where the F#$%K is Captain Planet?

Where the hell is Captain Planet? I remember when I wass younger and woke up to see the Show Captain Planet. Him and the Planeteers worked to keep the world safe from Looters and Polluters. But in reality he was only a cartoon superhero who was enforcing with the power of Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, and Heart. Aswell as the Planeteers who were trying to explain any normal person can make a difference.
     The problem with soceity is that it is too much of an effort to change their habits and set it aside for something we all take advantage of, our Home for the entire lifetime of the Earthling, humans, Animals, and plants. People either lie to themselves about the situation or they just don't care, like the Earth isn't mostly a living thing and can't die. The Earth is like all things and will end, but not if we have the goal to not allow that to happen. Our species has had the enduance to deny things that are not only impossible, they seem myth. We harnassed Light into small portable glasses, split the things of subatomic existance, we even duplicated sound into small little mechanisms.
   I remember Captain Planet's motto "the Power is yours" This may not seem true to kids and teens but it really is. We have control over our own future and the one in the world, we shouldn't be so bland....so Republican. KYLE!

Traumatized: The Story of a Veteran



     The Detailed Events of the War in Iraq was shocking enough without hearing the Trauma and Pain the veteran, named Blake Miller. He, who had survived the dangers and threats of Iraq was facing the most challenging thing of all, Post War Trauma. He was a man who had became the poster portrait of the Iraq War and Beyond what people could see in the picture he had more challenges to overcome than just escaping the darkness of war.
     A Photographer followed him around his daily activities and life after the war. To date Blake Miller had been divorced by his beileved love of his life and left alone to suffer in his Trauma. He had talked of Suicide not only after coming home but before. His very captain had discovered his Suicidial tendencies and caught him right before the moment of actually killing himself. The Photographer, sensing he was Suicidal took him to a Post Trauma Clinic for help. There Images can be seen of him talking to a variety of Physicians.
     Later after he begins to grow closer to others he begins to notice some things. Miller has began making friends in a Biker Crew, men who wear similar uniforms and avidly ride on Harley Motorcycles. He can only describe it as a Brotherhood, like that of the Army. He sees that his New Friends can't know that he has changed. He notices that they had just met him and therefore they can't sense the Mutation of his emotions, the metamorphosis that his very soul has gone through. It appears in the very way he talks, in my own opinion that he wants to have someone who knew him before to remind him what he was, how he behaved.
    Blake is only just picking back up the fallen peices of his life. Someone can only hope that he can, and pray that his story can be the worst to come, and not the best.

Ah, good times.

Sophmore year is the last time you get to be immature. I can already feel my wild imagination and age catching up to me. My greatest fear currently is growing to 18 and becoming one of the slack jawed Adults who just live life day by day, night by night, year by year. Nothing occuring to them but the stock portfolio, or the next cup of joe. I am already grown to the point death is just a familiar gust that hits us all. It had gotten kinda weird for me that at the sight of death I do not waver.

So now I figured out what to do. A person's life is defined by the memories created while there. It could've been a long and stressful terrible memory, but people when they pass that painful and troubling portion for their life they can look back. Even a highly embarassing event can cause a few laughs and a "Ah, good times...". My greatest memories I know will be of my Friends. Antwana and Brandon, we have done so much stupid stuff in our short 3 years of being a figurative "Circle" that it is impossible to imagine even going somewhere major without my friends kicking it with me.

What goes bump in the Morning

Waking up in the morning is a serious issue for me. It is like I was born a vampire, desiring to stay down until the afternoon. I don't know what it is about  night that makes me limited to go to bed at the right times. School has hindered my sleep and I hate having to have the alarm exactly next to my face so I can't ignore it. Forcing myself to smash on the snooze just for a momentary nap. If you keep having to hit snooze, you'll get so annoyed that you will have to hit the Sleep button, and fall ancidently back to sleep.


I hate the sunlight in the morning. It is always stale and grimincing to me. It is like I am being breathed on by a four hundred year old dragon with bad breath. I am more of a Noon person, when the weather has hit it's "Just Right" mark. And also noone notices the reason why we don't eat breakfast. Because breakfast has weird meals. In the morning you are so busy doign stuff you can't focus enough to make it. The best you can usually do is a Orange Juice and maybe a quick poptart. I do not see how people do it.


I feel like a zombie half the time in the morning. A Vampire could describe my coma-like state in the morning. A Werewolf can describe my attitude. A Bunny can describe me at the Middle of the day. I think if we had a Night School if we would have more of a chance. We could hang out all day, focus all night, etc etc. And notonly that you might be able to catch a actual Sunset instead of beign so exhausted you'll miss it. I mean think about it.

Writing Workshop #1 Dance Wars: Short Story

The fire flickered in the campsite. The Ruins of the civilization prior to ours obstructed the view of the suns horizon. The cold of the night departing to another area of the world as the smoke hovered into the sky, as simply as cigare smoke puffed into the air. The warriors preformed their flares and pops. Ticking to the lost beat of the New York civilizations.

We were preparing for a War brought on by the attackers. They wanted turf...we refused. As was the nature of our world now that the past events happened. Looking around a charred Flier  labled "Class of 2013" faltered to the floor from the wall.

 Nuclear war, hate, and greed had long since destroyed the planet, leaving only our hearts and with hearts come imagination and with that comes The Arts. The arts grew to full bloom in our little left over of a war. Dance being the major weapons, music the Ammo. B-boys spun and performed their knee drops in open view, training for the upcoming war.

They were our brawn, representing some of the most original moves of Hip-hop, their uncommon strength to survive was known to them as inspiring, and to some terrifying. The Poppers were next on the other hand, their waves and chest pops denying their physical laws. Their bones cracking repeatedly in unison of the rusted old dusty remains of cds and many audio players.

Many other dancers and forms existed within our little tribe. The violent and yet subtle Krumpers, the Robots moving at a "techno-physical" state, The ballerinas and tappers performing their oldest of practices, and the majority of Hip-hop dancers. This destiny wrought onto us all descended from a likeliness that we would always have war, we just found a new way of doing it.

It may've been a century ago that this happened. Dancing Arts rising to the tips of Human fingertips to be used as a weapon, Dancers using their elegant build to send challenges for more turf, facing new dangers and finding newer moves. Music had a effect on us all, After a century of collected minds beileveing something possible it can be true. We turned beauty into a lethal weapon. Where if you lose a dance battle you hope you can just leave injured otherwise you'd drop dead from the shock.

I've been thinking too much. My soldiers need me to lead them in a ceremony of rights. We were entitled "BFABB" (Born from a Boombox)  and we honored that. We even honored enemies, beileving in a old philsophy "Love your Haters". The Fire was out and in a distance a hard and violent hip hop beat scuttled into the NYC Turf Ruins. The B-boys, Krumpers, and Poppers are went to the front line as the Enemies burst out. Our poppers sending flips and pop, their B-boys doing their handstands. The battle had begun and the sides were now at it. And you can only hope you win.

Doll Face

     Doll Face. To me the portayal of the mechanical jack-in-the-box was a metaphor for this generation's youth. It was saying how the youth imitate the media's portrayal of how they look in my opinion. The concept of having a blank face until it came up to the television screen seeing another face only with makeup was to me a accurate description of the American girl. It reminds me of a  short story we read in my English class. A girl was getting a make over and all the while the girl who was "helping" her was cricizing her for not wearing make up or dressing how her description of beauty required. It can bring up the new age question does the media pressure children into dressing how soceity thinks you should, appearing how they think you should, limit even a bit of your own creativity in anything.
     People say they don't care how they look but then put up almost a entire coat of makeup and won't walk out the house unless its on. Some male teenagers redicule each other because they aren't wearing a brand of shoes, neglecting to notice if the shoes were even affordable to their families. I also beileve we should bring up the point of the Television leaving. The tv would rise and rise until it was out of reach of the youthful Jack-in-the-box until she brokedown. She couldn't exist while the Television didn't, this is probably a metaphor on how we depend way to much on television for many things: News, Information, Entertainment, and even Surveilance. This subject and video brings up many points, but it is unknown what to think to any of them.

Summer Vacation

Hot! The heat and temperatures of the summer was unbearable and sometimes excruciating. I sat around mostly until seeing the ACDC Dance Battle. After this I starter using my time to explore a bit of dance and try to learn as much as I can, hitting road blocks here and there, finding snags in the road to the art of dance. I went to the movies to see the much anticipated Step up 3d with friends (Brandon Watters, Couson Terry, Couson Terry's Friend). After this I indefinitely decided to get onto the track of learning dance.

I got a summer job in order to pay off the School Fine from breaking the Gym Window, but to also pay for School Supplies and clothing. I worked for 8 dollars a hour for 5 hours a day for 6 weeks, getting a 141 dollar bonus for the final week of August 27th, 2010. I bought a few outfits of close and spent it on a lot of V-necks for myself, almost wasting all my other money because of Brandon, Brian, and Anthony.

Four days before school I went to Philidelphia and got aquainted with my family there. We had a lot of fun, ate a few cheese steaks then we were off to Ohio again to get to school. Arriving on Tuesday we had a day of relax while I fixed my laptop's charger so that it could work better than it had and not suck, educating myself in a bit of Krump and attempt to get my mom to let me into classes.