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Festival Time with Judgey

Crucian Christmas Festival has come and gone, and although my parade body was still in transit—it got lost in Puerto Rico—I still had the best time ever in the Simply Sophisticated Fun Troupe as they celebrated their 10th Anniversary. Shamari Haynes is a Carnival Connoisseur, A First-Class Festival Feteran, The Maestro of Mas, we can do this all day. What I’m saying is, he went above and beyond for his tenth year, grooming what started out as a little high school troupe, into what is now the territory’s largest, most anticipated festival troupe. Advertisements

I’m art baby!

The quote has absolutely nothing to do with anything, I just wanted to be pseudo-deep for a minute. Moving along, I always wanted to be drawn. Granted, I wanted to lay down on a soft, luxurious couch in a golden room decorated with the finest, classical art of sub-Saharan Africa, while a chocolate, muscular man with abs strong enough for me to wash my laundry on, sits behind an easel, draped in silk and etches me in exaggerated fashion onto a canvas.

To Healthy Living!

I’m taking a cycling class!!! The ending of this year, I committed myself to becoming a much healthier person. I needed to change my eating habits ASAP and become more active. Becoming more active also meant giving up some sleep which is probably the hardest part because I love me some sleep. So. it’s not that I’m losing sleep—because that’s counter-productive—but rather I’m working on staying up more. My sleeping schedule is stupid as hell. I’m the kind of person who would wake up at noon and then go to bed at 4 a.m. I’m not a morning person at all. In fact, I’m inclined to believe people who wake up at 5 a.m. are hellions. Baby Jesus ain’t even up yet, why the hell are you? But I guess I have started joining you underworld folks in order to continue on this “best me” shit.

Cracked Phones and Bad Habits

So I just wanted to share one of my bad habits with everyone. To make things shorts, I don’t fix things, I replace. I’m typing this piece while staring at my cracked iPhone which I am about to replace as soon as my order arrives sometime next week…or next month…whenever the U.S Postal Service gets back to normal following this hurricane nonsense. In case you missed it, the Virgin Islands just went through two hurricanes last month. Two Category five, fuck shit up and move along hurricanes. Irma and Maria. I can’t befriend anyone with those names now because I’m convinced that anyone with those names are miserable, wicked and bad minded. Yall on time-out until January 2018.

Mixed Signals and Madness (short)

It’s been a while since I’ve done the sappy thing, but I’m in my feelings. Dating on my little island in the Virgin Islands is difficult as is, but you know what’s more annoying than the lack of a decent dating scene? Mixed Signals. Mixed signals are annoying as hell and I feel like the majority of the men I come across are just wrought with them. There’s no yes or no with them, it’s always somewhere in between and I hate that.

Kori’s Got a Condo!

The furbaby is well on his way to being spoiled. Kori is officially 2 months old today as his birthday is March 10. So, I decided to get him a little gift! Okay, truth be told I really just wanted him to get off my hamper and find something else to sink his claws into, so I bought him a cat condo! For just $35.99 you too can give your cat something else to destroy and save your furniture–rules and restrictions may apply. Offer valid until your cat decides to do what it wants. For the sake of it and to add some new content to my Youtube Channel I uploaded a new video of me unpacking and building this contraption. Kori helped too! Sorta. Kinda. Not really. Entiwho! I’m a bit appalled at my appearance but it was about 9 p.m. when I recorded this. I was bed ready. Your girl was not cute. My stomach is fat. Hell my arms are fat too. It’s all that damn smart popcorn and other bad eating …

It’s Kori! New pet alert

YALL I ADOPTED A KITTEN. I have loved cats forever. I was convinced that in a past life I was a tiger (my favorite animal). I got it tattooed on me and everything–which I need to finish but your girl has to spend her coins responsibly for the moment. Entiwho, I kept saying that one of the things I HAD to do, was get me a furbaby. If housing in the Virgin Islands weren’t so anti-pet, I would have gotten me a puppy too. But, since cats are allowed I jumped at the chance to get me one. Let me tell you how this happened though. I told myself I would just go to the St. Croix Animal Welfare Center on Wednesday (April 26) and browse first. I really didn’t need to get a kitten ASAP, so I was just going to take a look at my options. Man, I walked into that bad boy and I was assaulted with cuteness. I wanted them all. GIVE ME ALL DEM BABIES. They were so precious. Hell, …

Active in April: What was I up to?

I learned this month that If I ever decided I wanted to be a socialite, or a celebrity then I would have my work cut out for me. I don’t know how they did it. A week of constantly having to look A-1 was draining. If you don’t know me by now, I’m a simple gal. I wear make-up here and there, and dress up now and again. For the most part, I’m simple to a T. Hell, if I can get away with a hoodie, jeans and a scarf on my head then that’s my attire. But earlier this month I wasn’t given that chance. There were mini events mixed in, but I had three events to attend that required me to look like I had some broughtupsy: Taste of St. Croix, VI Model of the year Red Party and the VI Model of the year competition itself. Yall, I can’t walk in heels. I can fake it till I make it in doses, but I am not runway model material. Thank the lord …

Getting Through UVI: Quick tips from an alumna

First things first. I don’t subscribe to giving people advice, because honestly who am I? What may work for me/interest me may not be the same for you. Also, I typically end it with “But it’s up to you,” or “But do what works for you,” in case you ruin your life, or end up unhappy and frankly I want no parts of that…In other words I don’t want to be responsible. The purpose of this lengthy post is about how to get you, a freshman, in and out of the University of the Virgin Islands without wasting time and money. This is, of course, if everything is going well–I.e. You have the finances, you’re passing your courses, life doesn’t throw a wrench in your plans, etc. With that said, I attended the University of the Virgin Islands from August 2010 to May 2015 (4.5 years). Had I actually done what I was supposed to–like go to class and take school seriously, because debt is no joke–I would have been out of there in three …