20: Your best physical feature

Not the biggest fan of my "physique", but as expected there are always those guys who talk about the" strong body" (what?????) So... I should probably let them do this post but nah.....

Yeah. I don't really favor any part of my body, so what I'll do is name the important ones and then say why I like them. Vamanos.

The hair
You know those days when even when you feel like crap (like me right now, feeling sick as hell) but your hairdo is on fleek and people keep noticing? That's me today. Everyone is like, "SJ ya hair look nice yo!" And I'm here like...... "But I feel like shit dawg..."

The eyes
They're this nice shade of brown...a namesake told me it was chocolate brown. But I like them because they don't show much of what I'm thinking or my emotions. I wouldn't call them flat though. Said namesake said they're"fathomless ".

The nose
It's straight, and not too big. But I don't mind it at all, because I'm not all about that perfect button nose like the white people. It serves its purpose well enough.

The lips
Hahaaa I should let certain people do this one. Sometimes I like what comes out of them, in terms of words. My mommy tells me I have a nice smile. (Well a she a see it suh she can talk.)

The chest
Not too gigantic, but not nonexistent. Thank God for that. I'm a B cup I think, which is just fine by me. Like I said, I'm not like those white girls who want big everything or little everything. I believe in proportion. So if 5'2" me is a B cup, it fits me, and I'm OK with that.

The stomach
Not perfectly flat but not too big either. Holds a lot when it needs to :-)

The hips
Lawd I love these! They're wonderful. Lol they're like the only reason I look even remotely curvy, cuz their sheer disproportionality to my waist makes it look even smaller, hence my figure being named"the granny lampshade shape".

The behind
I hear it's huge. I wouldn't know, because as the name suggests it's behind me, and my neck isn't a swivel mechanism, so I can't see it. But certain young men of my acquaintance keep talking about"Jesus Christ SJ, that bumper though" so I figure something good be going on there, since I'm too lazy to get my ass in gear and do squats.

The legs
They also are lauded regularly. Again I go back to the white girls, who believe that the thighs must not touch. Now, I like thick thighs. I don't want to look like a stick figure. My thighs don't touch, but they're not, like, lone bones either.
To wax slightly philosophical here, I like my legs because they keep me from falling. Not only physically (I ain't clumsy) but emotionally. I feel like just collapsing into myself a lot of days, but I'll realize that hey, you're still standing. Your legs refuse to give way on you. Don't give way either. Might sound simple, but it's kept me going for a while.

The main parts are done. Let's get specific now.

The head
Houses my brain, which houses my mind, which enables me to do things like writing this blog :)
  Side note: this is why I love Jav. He knows me too well.

Yeah. Um what else....

The hands

They write. They compose. They draw. They're my outlet. (Honestly, sometimes they destroy but....I can't always internalize. Something's gotta give.)

The feet

Keep me walking even when I don't want to go on.

Yeah.

On a good day, I like to think of myself as a 7 out of 10. On a regular day? God, I dunno. I'll let the guys who I'm around daily decide.

Challenge completed.

Sick-ly,

-me.

09: Your 5 favorite blogs

So hello there, all my probably non-existent fans but I like to pretend you exist.

As I write this I've been suffering from eye pain all day, and I've been staring at this computer for the past, what, 2 hours or so. Sometimes I wonder what the hell is wrong with me.

Anyway. My 5 favorite blogs (not in order, mind you) are as follows:

1. tussah and the wolf
This blog is written by a (I daresay) friend of mine. I don't think she really wants me to name her soooooo..... But yeah. She's a music freak. I mean, really. Freakishly musical. I've listened to some of her pieces and, fack, but the woman is good. 
Her blog is of such that I'm now inspired to, like, do literary commentary (yes, I read the posts about Shakespeare and Wagner) and, like, release my inner bitch onto my poor readers.

2. A Sinner's Advice
OK so I just found this blog over the Christmas crack (it wasn't a break) and, well.......this guy is good. He's a musician as well, but he's more the, oh I dunno, release-a-mixtape-be-famous-underground type.
Trust me, I learn from this guy. It's always interesting to delve into the mind of a man and find out what goes on in there.

3. mandevillegirl's blog
I found out about it by accident, which meant that she really doesn't want anyone to know about it. But oh well.
She's like me, except I don't know that much about her, so I'm just assuming stuff based on her posts. (I dare not link to her blog else she come fight me or something.)

4. Excelsior's prose blog
This guy is an amazing writer. Better than me, that's for certain.

5. Excelsior's poetry blog
See above.
(Like me, he has 2 blogs. But me being me, the extra little bee-yotch I am, I have 3 blogs now.)

Challenge completed. I've lost count of how many I've done so far, dammit. Maybe I should have done this in order. Ahhh well.

-me.

18: Your highs and lows of this past year

This one is particularly relevant, considering this is a new year in which to do dumb shit.

So. I had my highs and lows, some higher than some, some lower.

I think my highs were clustered around the time of my birthday to be honest (Jav of course knows why).

There was turning 17. Seriously. I was getting sick of being 16! There was reading so many new books (my lifetime count must be in the 6-digit range by now), rereading my old favorites, like The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, finally reaching my 7th year of high school-- seems like so long ago I was 10 and anxious about high school-- new music, new friends, evolution of friendships/relationships, me maturing.....quite a few things.

There was also losing friends, those abysmal things called my Unit 1 CAPE grades, my inner turmoil that sometimes threatened to pull me under, fallings-out with people I cared about.

2014 was, generally speaking, a bitch.
Here's hoping 2015 will be a bit better, especially considering I've got all of 9 bloodclaat subjects to sit in CAPE.....

Think I need to rethink my place in life before February comes in, at least attempt to buckle down and finish those outstanding labs I have.

-me.

So it's a new year, and the "new year new me" frenzy is waning slightly,

but I'm still the same old me that I was in 2014. Probably all 2013 too.
Apologies for skipping the Christmas and year-end posts but I've been busy and well.....


Anyway. Woke up this Morning to Excelsior's latest blogpost: A Tale of an Appropriate Misnomer. Let's see if I can reproduce the paragraph about me:

Next was a certain kohai, -kohai, as you may or may not know is a japanese honorific which refers to anyone at a lower stage in an establishment, the opposite, then of the more popular -sempai honorific, basically, in this case, it meant underclassman. AKA a certain former jailbait in another post, so named because she had come to sixth form before the age of consent (which is 16 in Jamaica). This girl was the friend I needed in Upper Six, even though the was a Lower Sixer. The little enjoyment I got from my last year at that freaking school was because of her, and I'm eternally grateful. Eternally. Another awesome individual...

Yeah. I did, in fact, start Chesta at 15. The number of jokes that were made because of that though.........

TBH these kid jokes get to 17-year-old me sometimes but bleh.

Anyway. he says I'm the friend he needed in upper sixth, even though I was the kohai to his sempai, for which he is "eternally grateful. Eternally."

Friendship is as friendship does. If I helped make his last year of Chesta bearable, well..he was my lower sixth year.

He made Carib "class" bearable. and believe me when I say he did the impossible. The words "Carib" and "bearable" don't belong in the same sentence unless there's a "not" separating them.

even his laptop, his very laptop, was a better friend to me than quite a few of these humans I hang with. I wonder if it still remembers my FB and Twitter passwords......

But I mean, really. I think if you want a certain type of friend, you should first be that type of friend to others. That's basically all I did with Excelsior. I wanted a fun, chill, yet serious friend, someone I could have an intelligent conversation with, express feelings when needs be, goof off with as necessary (I think my selfies are still on his laptop) and of course skip class with.......so I became that for him.
Yes, I believe in being "all things to all men." I do adhere to some Biblical tenets.

Ayy now I've figured out where this post is going. I'll be rambling on and on and on about my favorite people and why they're my favorite people. Here goes.

My Favorite People in the Whole Wide World (excuse me while I indulge my inner 10-year-old)

Jav-- He is my best friend. Like, BEST BEST friend. I flirt with Jav, run joke wid Jav, (figuratively) bawl on his shoulder, vent/rant to him, have some wickedly feelings-esque conversations with him, stay up late just to talk to him, go on FB/WhatsApp as soon as I'm up just to hail him, et cetera. Almost every screenshotted (screenshot?) convo I have involves us running some wicked funny joke. I can't even keep the FB convos cuz God knows....... He's one of my favorite people because I couldn't have found a better friend if I'd looked. 

You's my MVP hun ^.^

JL-- This yute that attends my church (or I attend his church since he's been there longer). He is adorable!!!! (He may not know it's him so... I'm talking about you, my Big-Head Lightskin XD)

We run joke, talk school stuff, hug.........

This 6-foot-whatever guy and 5-foot-2 me (plus 4/5 inches in heels, God bless them) are forever hugging. He's my favorite hug buddy. No, seriously. His hugs are worth my hunting him down every Sunday just for the hug and lift-up-and-squeeze-and-spin. Believe me. They are.
He's one of my favorite people because: 1. hugs, 2. good listener, 3. baaaaaaaaaaaay joke when we text.
Love you lots and lots, my Big Head Lightskin :*

Excelsior-- 
Crackers lover.
Pun lover.
 his nickname on this blog is actually based on his Twitter handle, his love of crackers, the name of one of his blogs, and the Latin meaning.
Great taste in music.
Great taste in books.
Overall great person.
  A we seh #FuckCarib, always and forever!

A certain smartguy (new character, we've been friends for like 11 or 12 years)-- You can never be around this guy and not be DWLing (or DingWL if you want to be a grammar Nazi). He's one of the main reasons I attend Physics and Math class.
 #Squad #FightingSpirit #HotNigga #TooSexyForThisShit

Iceburg-- In some ways he's my direct opposite (tall black yute as opposed to short brown girl, for starters), but in many ways we're alike. Chat NUFF but fun. Chill as hell (haha oxymoron)

Mrs B(io teacher)-- my big sis, my she-Jav, she's just chill. I fail her subject like mad though.

Indian gal (other new character, my best female friend)-- mad rass! Most of my screenshots go to her for the extra DWRCL factor. Like that last one.....hi-la-rious.

If any of you guys want to carry feelings that this list is in order and you mightn't be at the top, tough shit. Be grateful you're even on the list at all. Cho.

But I love all y'all though :)
Because I am well aware of the fact that

But still.

You guys are, and always will be, my MVPs.

Currently sleepy as hell,

-me.