What the Actual F

I swear with each passing year some fool is unfortunately granted access to a camera and records themselves doing the utmost ridiculous thing they can think of. I thought the decade of the “YOLO” had died (thank baby Jesus) but apparently some people are still trapped there and testing the waters of life to see if they really only live once.

I don’t even remember how I stumbled upon this shit, but just let it be known that I rebuke the creators of “World Star Ship Hip hop”  because any weird video that pops up was usually posted by them. WHY do people condone this, I don’t know.

So, let’s talk about dear old Giovanna Plowman.

Who is she? Well that’s what I am here to inform you about. Gio here is the newest youtube star. Kudos to you Gio, You go Gio. Now what did Gio do? Well she certainly wasn’t singing her heart out or dancing. Of course. Giovanna decided it would be cool if she…..

Ate. Her. Tampon.

Yes, you read it correctly. Giovanna Plowman, sat there (well stood), pulled her tampon out of her vagina on camera, and ate it. By the way, that was a really nice bathroom she was in, her music choice? Not so much.

According to her, she was dared to do it. Guess dares are more important than keeping your self respect in tact huh.

She should have experienced a healthy dose of Toxic shock symdrome, but alas that’s not how that works. Though I’m sure the health issues associated with doing something like that just flew over the heads of everyone.

Now, I ask you, what could be going through anyone’s mind to make them believe that that is in fact, a good idea?

How people no shame? Is fame so important to you that you would resort to degrading yourself on the world wide web for a couple thousand views? The priorities and morals are all askew. And what did her parents think of this? Did they see it and go “Yolo” as well?

Who knows, because her twitter account is blowing up…but knowing twitter it’s probably a fake account and her parents more than likely sent her to a boot camp in Zimbabwe where she is now part of the Ndebele (Oondabelly)  tribe and reflecting on her past life and will later come out with a book called “Mange De Tampon. The Memoirs of an Attention Seeker” and it will be an all time bestseller and probably spin off as a life time movie…

Because apparently that’s how things work in America.

(Here is a video to the foolishness http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=188_1358675302)


I just can’t

I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me.

I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep or when they just wake up.

I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me.

I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them.

I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone.

I just can’t.

Maybe someone does.

But I honestly just can’t picture it.

And it’s sad because I do. Every day. Every moment.


He ate my ice cream

No, this is not a sexual innuendo. This is a tale of hurt and betrayal. A tale about how easily trust can be broken when your back is turned.

Okay, it’s not that serious, but it’s just as bad.

So, during the break when the Lovely other half was here, I was being nice and decided to bring him some ice cream. It was done out of the kindness of my heart, as was many things during his visit.

So I go to the kitchen and grab a cup for both of us a cup. His cup was larger than mine in height and in width (the black cup in the photo), and mines was the transparent cup. I didn’t want a lot and figured he would enjoy having a large amount.

I fill his cup beyond capacity and barely full mines at all. I was also trying to save some ice cream for later.

I return to the bedroom where he was laying back, chilling with his phone in hand as usual. I had him his cup and rest my mines on the night stand near my bed.

This is where the betrayal begins.

Our daughter demands attention. I take her and deliver her to my grandmother with the necessary items that she would be needing and I also linger a bit to show my grandmother my schedule for my classes. When that was over I return to the room.

Upon arrival, I notice something strange about the room.

His cup was on the nightstand, and he was back on his phone. But something was bothering me.

601217_195881667224370_1432133453_nAs I near my cup, I come upon the scene of the crime.

The Bastard Ate My Ice Cream. 

As my face takes on the lock of shock, he has the audacity to bellow out with laughter. Of course he knew what he had done.

I attack.

In the midst of me trying to beat him up (which by the way was pointless because he laughed throughout the entire beating) He asks “They weren’t mine?” WHAT?

He explains to me and I quote! “I thought you brought both cups for me because mine was so little”

Greedy bastard says what?

He didn’t even apologize! He just laughed and kept repeating that he thought both was for him when he damn well knew the other one was mine! I wished the worst of all tummy hurts on him but my prayers went unanswered and I had to return to the kitchen and finish what was left in the ice cream bowl. Yes I got ice cream after all but it wasn’t the same!

I continue to futilely beat him to a pulp and promise not to ever leave food lying around when he was nearby.

If you can’t trust a man with your food, what can you trust him with?!

Nothing! Nothing I tell you.

Are you a good friend?

There is more to being a friend than just saying they are your friend. There is more to it than talking everyday. There certainly is more to it than just seeing the person regularly.For one, friends don’t let friends leave the house looking like a hurricane just passed through and all their good clothes were blown away. Friends don’t let friends walk around with a possible bird nest on their head. This is just basics.

Have you ever seen someone and thought to yourself “Wow, they must not have any friends?” I see it too often.

A friendship should always be honest. If your friend doesn’t look up to par, tell them, but try not to embarrass them. There is a right and wrong way to do things, especially if you know that your friend is sensitive.

When asked, you should always give them an honest answer even if it may hurt their feelings a little. Obviously if they asked for your opinion it’s because they want the truth.

Friends do not use each other. Ever had that one “friend” who only talks to you when they need something? That’s not a friend. That person is using you. I have friends that have vehicles and I always shake my head as I watch them carry someone from place to place, but the minute the car stops working this person is nowhere to be found. Hmm, I wonder why.

When your friend is wrong, let them know they are wrong. Too many times I’ve seen someone enter an altercation and even though the person involved is completely wrong and out of line, the other person stands up for them. You are not helping your friend at all. In fact, I don’t consider that an act of friendship.

“Time” does not matter in friendships. If you are truly friends, not hearing from the person in several days would not make you stop being their friend. Maybe they have life problems to deal with, maybe they don’t feel like speaking at the moment. True friends can go months without speaking to each other and when they finally do, it’s like they never stopped speaking at all.

Does your friend have habits that are of concern to you? You should voice them. You don’t have to ask them to change, but you should let it be known that it bothers you. Maybe you can find middle ground.

Now, here are some things that get iffy to when it comes to friendships.

Do you drop a friend because they do not get along with your Boyfriend//Girlfriend? This is something that bothers me. I’ve seen friendships come to an end because their friend didn’t see eye to eye with their significant other. Why should they get along? Your relationship is your relationship. It really has nothing to do with your friend.

If your friend sees your significant other cheating on you do you expect them to tell you? and if they don’t would you drop them? This is something to really think about. For one, unless it can be backed up by complete, undeniable facts, the friend shouldn’t even bring it up. However, say you see the Person in question tonguing down someone who isn’t your friend, would you tell them? If your answer is “No” then you’re not a very good friend. How can you sit there, and watch your friend be all cuddly with someone who was just tongue wrestling another person. Don’t you feel a tinge of guilt knowing that you are letting your friend continue in a relationship with someone who doesn’t respect them? If you can, I shake my head at you. That’s just awful.

If a friend gets into a physical fight are you supposed to get involved even if it doesn’t concern you? Suppose the people fighting are both friends of yours, how do you respond to this? I’ve never had this problem. Why? Because I am never around when an altercation takes place. How would I handle this? I’m a big girl, I’ll just stop the damn thing. Honestly, life is too short to be fighting and I’m sure majority of the time the fight is over something completely retarded.  Unless I have been physically harmed, I’m not about to attack someone. Let’s all just be mature about the situation. I rather handle the situation where at least my friend an I can walk away without any repercussions, as opposed to it being one big stupid fight and someone ends up dead or in jail.

And, lastly  if your friend doesn’t like someone are you supposed to dislike that person as well? Doesn’t that just sound awfully petty? Why should you dislike someone that has done nothing to you just because your friend doesn’t like them? I feel that unless someone gives you a reason to dislike them, then you shouldn’t be so quick to dislike them as well. Though, because people are so petty, because your friend doesn’t like someone, that person naturally hates you as well because you are that person’s friend. It is sad, but that is the world we live in.

In all, being honest is the best way to keep and maintain a friendship. You should both be working to make each other better people. Due to society, you are who you hang out with, but it only makes sense. If you hang out with trouble, trouble is sure to find you regardless if you are involved or not. So, be wary of those you call friends and be good to those that are good to you.

Tata for now!

Seven Seconds

You know the most common misconception people make for themselves about another is an act of character.

Within the first seven seconds of knowing a person, we’ve already pretty much made up our minds if we’re going to bother getting to know them, to look deeper into the person that we could potentially be placing ourselves with, or to leave them in a storm of dust that Jesus himself could hardly understand or move to light.

To shift that cloud takes an act of courage and maturity, in order to look past our prejudice and to learn more about someone we’ve disliked in seven seconds.

Burr It’s cold in here

Burr, It’s cold in here. There must be some Caribs in the atmosphere, I said BURR it’s cold in here, uhhuh there must be Caribs in the atmosphere. Oh ee oh ee oh, Ice Ice Ice.

Ahem. I couldn’t resist. Caribs was the mascot of my High School.

But moving along.

It’s been really cold lately in the sunny little Virgin Islands. This is really weird considering that the coldest is usually about 70-74 degrees. Not only is the nippy weather annoying, but the people running around going “That’s not cold” are even far more annoying.

When you live on an island in the tropics, the last thing you are ever worried about is the cold. Why? Because the temperatures and the seasons revolve around heat. What this place lacks in cold and shade it makes up for with seering heat and blinding sunshine. We don’t get winter. Our seasons consist of Hot, Hurricane Season (Joyous), hotter, and friggin Ridiculous.

Now, all of sudden, it was 51 degrees the other night and I was in tears. I usually limit the clothes I sleep in, but due to the weather, I was forced to pull out a long sleeved shirt and sweat pants. What kind of madness is that? I should be sleeping in a bra and boyshorts.

So, I take myself to facebook and write “51* Why is it so cold?” because Facebook was kind enough to ask me what was on my mind. Then, low and behold someone waltzes under my status and say “That’s not cold” and then proceed to ask me if I want to know what is cold.

Three things.

1) I wasn’t raised in cold weather. If it is below 70, it is cold TO ME, because I am not USED to COLD WEATHER.

2) OBVIOUSLY I don’t want to know what cold is, because I am already perturbed by what you deem is not cold. Is it not blatantly obvious that I do not want to experience any form of cold?

3)Who are you to decide what is cold to someone and what is not cold? Who died and made you the weather man. What? So suddenly you’re the Ice king/Queen.This isn’t adventure time, be gone with your foolishness.

I’m waiting for a speck of snow to fall. At the rate this is going, I won’t even be surprised.

And you know what. If it does, I hope it’s enough so I can order some Ice skates and go ice skating on Creque Dam.

For Information on what exactly is Creque Dam (Pronounced Creaky Dam) Visit http://www.guidetocaribbeanvacations.com/usvi/CrequeDamRoad.htm

The Curling Iron Chronicles pt 2

428046_191677704311433_1262303065_n1I did my hair again today although I was tempted to leave it in a ponytail because today is Friday and I was feel way too lazy to actually do anything, especially after having to wake up at 7am to run some errands. Anyways, this is was yesterday’s progress (the picture to your left) I think I did a pretty decent job even though you can’t really see much. Still, some progress is better than no progress. Imagine something as simple as this resulted in so much rage and frustration. Sometimes I feel like just cutting off all my hair and pulling an Amber Rose, but the fear of my hair never growing back keeps me from doing so. If the picture looks familiar, it’s because I liked it so much I made it the picture for my Biography.

Now about today’s progress. (Picture on right)486104_192041997608337_1434583502_n Still simple (Like I have a choice. I need a curling for dummies book). I think it’s kind of cute. I purposely butchered a Hibiscus bush just to get that flower. I thought it was fitting. I’m an island girl after all, so I should look floral right? No? Not the right Moment? Gotcha, another time then. Maybe when I’m waltzing around in a dress I’ll try the flower this again. Oh look, there’s a headband! Nice touch wouldn’t you agree? If you must know the shirt says “Warning. I have an attitude and I know how to use it!” I look friendly though don’t I? I hope so. The last thing I need is some poor unsuspecting freshman to think I’m a Itch with A B, and avoid me, but at the same time at least this gives them some reason to be cautious.

Now about this hair. I only curled the front at first because I can never get the back of my hair correct. That right there is my weakness. So I had to stay there for about 15 minutes (I lie, it was more like 30) Curling the back over and over again until I was absolutely positive there were no flat ends. I think I still missed some, but hey, I think I accomplished my goal. The worst thing about this is when the curls keep coming undone. But there’s a simple solution to that. I just spritz the hell out of ends to make sure those unruly strands keep themselves in place. Ha! Take that Hair! I win! Kida 1. Hair 15 …not that I’m keeping score or anything.

Till Another time! tata!