On this date- October 3rd 1964

On this day in 1964 one of the best foods ever was created, the buffalo wing. The buffalo wing originated on this date in buffalo, new York. This did not only have an effect on buffalo, but it ultimately had an effect on the entire world. This amazing food was made at a bar that is known as anchor bar. Today many people make trips just to go see this famous bar where in my opinion one of the best foods in the whole world was made and is still being served. Today almost everyone across America and even some parts of the world have eaten buffalo wings and a large percentage of those people will tell you how much they love them. Buffalo wings have been so successful that an entire restaurant chain has been maid based on them. This chain is called buffalo wild wings. Buffalo wild wings has been very successful and I'd famous for their many favors of buffalo wings, some of which are fire hot. The creation of buffalo wings is not only an event that I am glad that happened but it is an event that many people across the world are happy happened. This event did not have a very special historical event but rather it just brought about a food that many people over the years have fallen in love with.

Beloved Possesions, Now and Then

Fears: Will I be successful?

Annoyances: People who don't appreciate my humor

Accomplishments: Getting this far in my educational career

Confusions: Is the grass really greener on the other side?

Sorrows: Leaving behind friends to progress in life

Dreams: Being not only successful but revered

Idiosyncracies: Gritting my teeth

Risks: Procrastination

Beloved Possesions, now and then: My iPod, Yugioh Cards

Problems: Lack of sleep

BELOVED POSSESSIONS, NOW AND THEN:

When I was a child, I had an obscene obsession with Yugioh Cards. So much that according to my middle aged father, Ram, I spent nearly 600 dollars purchasing the cards in a two year period. Unfortunately, around the time I began puberty my interest in Yugioh began to fade and I was left without any real beloved possession. This lack of beloved possession continued for a few years until I turned 13. It was during this momentous year in my life that I was gifted my first iPod. It was a silver iPod Classic 80 GB model. I had always found music to be entertaining my entire life, but I never really established a strong appreciation for it until I got my iPod because I had no means of taking my music where I could go. At age 8, I asked my father to buy me a CD Player. He told me to draw one and imagine songs in my head. For me, this iPod meant quite a bit. Granted, at the time I only had about 200 songs, the iPod allowed me to listen to those songs at any time, in any location, without any constraint whatsoever. As time progressed, my personal collection of music went from a measly 200 songs to 6538 songs. The space and mobility which the iPod provided me allowed me to expand my preference in music from being just garbage to just garbage and some alternative rock. Unfortunately, my beautiful classic passed on when I was 15, and it was replaced by my current 32 GB touch. Life continues...

Another post about soccer

Writing Territories

1. Fears

2. Annoyances

3. Accomplishments

4. Confusions

5. Sorrows

6. Dreams

7. Idiosyncrasies

8. Risks

9. Beloved Possessions, Now and Then

10. Problems

1: Change

2: Not trying

3: I made the all district team again this Thursday!

4: What to do with my life

5: Losing things

6: State

7: Nap, Burger, Lose Yourself.

8: Driving?

9: Now: My camera. Then: A stuffed dog named rescue

10: Society

Well, considering I have quite a few idiosyncrasies, that will be my writing territory. The first definition of idiosyncrasy I found when I googled it was "a mode of behavior or way of thought peculiar to an individual." Automatically I thought of the routine I go through before every single soccer game I play. As soon as school is over I go home, change into however much of my uniform I can and put whatever isn't clean in the washer. Then, depending on when my mom gets out of work, I ALWAYS eat a burger. If she gets out late I go to sleep (in half my uniform) until two hours before the game. If not, I eat it before I take a nap. Anyways, after I wake up I put everything in my soccer bag and put my cleats and such on. Then I have to get my iPod and listen to my specific Soccer Playlist, and especially the song "Lose Yourself" by Eminem. It's the one song that I have listened to before every single soccer game since I started playing freshman year. If I don't I just know I'll play terribly. I also have to sleep and eat a burger before every game. I don't know why, because a lot of people tell me that naps make them more tired and a burger beforehand would make them throw up, but it's what I do. I would consider my routine to be an idiosyncrasy since it's something only I do, and it's a little odd.

It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time

Writing Territories

Freddy Krueger

People who talk in movies

Physics

Burger King

Child Abuse

Cupcakes

Timing

Procrastination

Then: Pacifier/Now: Memory Boxes

Bipolar Weather

I am very sentimental person. It is as simple as that. Under my bed I have multiple boxes labeled ‘Memory Box’ with an accompanying year. Over the years I have collected and stored mementos from trips, tickets from events, and notes that I’ll want to read again when I’m sitting in my rocking chair. Items such as a captains hat from our seventh grade Charleston trip and a blue feather boa from a friend’s bar mitzvah fill these boxes and spill out the sides.

Occasionally I open the box and dig through; looking at pictures, reading letters, and feeling the memories as they come flooding back. Some people may think that I’m too young to be this sentimental about earlier years of my life, and that I reminisce too often about the past. But I think that you’re never too young to remember your past and use it to enhance your future.

Real-life Glee

Inadequacy
A waste of time
Starlight
Incentives
Distance
Family
Whiny Voice
Over-commitment
Puddle/ Agenda
Sleep

The music is cued, a general sway comes around the group, and in an instant, this group goes from smiling doo wop-ers to beautiful five part harmony. No one really knows what's going on, but we all pretend like we do. Three rehearsals, and now a performance. Six semi-memorized songs, sixteen nervous singers, and a gaggle of audience all anxiously awaiting what is in store. We sing the right notes, we rock out the last-minute choreography, and bring the house down. Joseph Beth is pleased. We have little kids breaking it down, adults stopping their shopping to video tape, and a very sweet woman with a mental handicap dancing along. It goes off without a hitch. It has always been said that the TV show Glee is unrealistic. And I would always agree. No one can just break out into harmony and dance with very little previous work. And yet, I feel like we just did. We may not have just picked up the music, but three rehearsals doesn't get a group very far. These three got us a show. I am so fortunate to be a part of this fabulously talented group of people, and I feel so much pride of my membership in Starlight Singers.

psychopathic murderers!

Fears: psychopathic murderers
Annoyances: lack of time
Accomplishments: grades
Confusions: politics
Sorrows: less fortunate
Dreams: success
Idiosyncrasies: small
Risks: driving
Beloved Possessions, Now and Then: wallet, action figures
Problems: procrastination

Originally my fear was people hiding in the dark, but I now realize it's the crazy mass murderers that get my heart racing. My dad always said that if someone ever tried to get into our house, the alarm would go off and they would run off, unable to steal a thing. But in my silent mind, I would counter argue, that our ADT alarm would be useless against someone out to kill and nothing else. Then, I imagine all these scenarios of how I would escape out of my window, pretend to be asleep, or attempt to fight back. There was also the option of my dad and I ganging up on the guy. I really need to keep a golf club in my room. My umbrella doesn't really do the trick. The scariest part is that these people don't care about the law or the consequences and will act without reason or logic. Maybe they'll sneak into your basement and hide, only to kill the next person down the stairs. Just talking about this makes me scared. I need to go find a battering item now. My desk lamp just will not do. It doesn't help that one of my close friends who will not be named (ustin-jay) is now into horror movies. Great.

Fires/Heights
Cleaning for the cleaning lady
Leadership Lexington
Football
Dog
Working at Disney World
Drinking soda with a straw
RISKS
Blanket/Phone
PROBLEMS

Confusion: Football. I am convinced this is the most confusing sport in the history of forever. There have been about a bajillion and a half people who have tried to explain it to me, but when I start watching it I still have no idea what is going on. At games, I have to watch the rest of the crowd to know when to cheer because I have no clue when we do something good or bad. Also, when dance team is cheering on the track I am one of the people who is supposed to start cheers. Half of the cheers I don't know when to start because I don't know what they mean! (Example: "first and ten, do it again.") Although I am utterly confused by what is actually happening on the football field, I do enjoy going to the games. I love Henry Clay football games and I have been to almost every home game since my freshman year. I went to my first UK football game last year with a group of friends and we had a blast. The atmosphere of the games is more fun than the actual game for me.