Hair length update

Last week I wet the front of my hair by accident. The front is only an inch away from being fully natural, and it even has a little hang time (I know it's going to change when I bc). My hair has a lot more curl in it since last time. I'm so excited!

Details about book

In my book, the main character is a 14 year old girl named Leah. She was born with amniotic band syndrome causing her to have one club foot. In the story, this is Leah's last year using a brace. Her friends Giggles and Mark can be overprotective, but she just ignores them because she knows her own limits.
Giggles/Angel (real name: Angelica) is Leah's best friend and partner in crime. She is dark skinned with waist length 4b/c hair since she never had a relaxer. Mark is in love with her but she is oblivious to it. Has many phobias that everyone but Mark teases her about.
Mark: Leah's friend who loves Giggles. Has straight blonde hair and blue eyes, but he helps Giggles with her hair every weekend. Has an older sister who has disabilities.
Marley: Mark's older sister who was born with birth defects. She was born with multiple holes in her heart, a weak heart, and now battles a heart murmur, high cholesterol, and high blood pressure. Has to stay out of gym class and uses a handicapped parking spot, but almost always gets yelled at because she doesn't "look handicapped."
Justin: Leah's childhood friend who became popular and stopped speaking to her.

This story is to show that having disabilities and phobias does not make you any less normal. I'm going to try to make this story seem so normal you forget they have a disability, just like in real life.

This book will be published on wattpad once we get our power back and I finish it. I'll post the link here soon.

Power was out, so I wrote a book

I wrote a short story and started a book about disabilities.
I was inspired by the abomination "Parkville High." I got it for free at Jack and Jill cluster. It was so bad it doesn't deserve italics. The writer couldn't even research the disabilities he was writing about (for example: "she has social phobia." No, It's social anxiety and it's not a disability. If you wanted to say she had A social phobia, that's fine. But theres no disability called social phobia.)
And "Party Artie?" Eww! What was worse was that he went around telling people that was his name. Don't forget how sexist/racist Arthur was to his crush. Just because she's Puerto Rican, doesn't mean you can act like a Puerto Rican stereotype around her.
The author overall sounded like an old man trying to sound like a teen, and his writing was AWFUL! Some of the things he said had nothing to do with his story. He had the same problem that many fan fiction writers have: killing off a character no one cares about and expecting us to care. What I normally do is read over my stories every paragraph or so, and ask myself "Would I read this?" or "Do The readers know this character enough to care when I dedicate 2 whole chapters to their death and funeral?" If not, I stop and revise.

Sloppy neat buns

So lately most of the black girls in my high school are wearing neat buns. I guess as a protective style. What kinda annoys the crap out of me is that this past week white girls stared wearing buns.
Not messy buns, but buns that are supposed to look neat yet all the ends are sticking straight up in a clump like a super short ponytail. Neat buns take 30 seconds at make, why the heck is your bun disgusting looking. I have a theory that they don't know how to make a proper bun after all those years if messy bun wearing. Even the messy buns they wore in middle school have the ends tucked!

They even post pics on Instagram and Facebook of their sloppy looking buns with the ends sticking out and people say "that's cute!" No, that's not cute. Buns are supposed to be neat or messy. Pick one!
Are buns the new thing? Because first people get ombré and now they are doing buns? Proves how much of sheep everyone is. Can't wait till Afros go back in style. Let's see all of the curly perms go into high demand.


BTW: I just counted 5 new natural girls in my school! And my hair crush wire her hair in a bug Afro puff with a twist side bang. I died. Her hair is amazing!

Math rant

Math just makes me feel dumb, you know? I'm in honors
Geometry. That may sound good but it's not. Im just good enough to be in that class but I always feel like I'm a step behind. Kind of like just being fast enough to be on the track team but slower than everyone else. Or like your going up a flight of steps that your legs are just able to get up, and when you finally begin to understand, the steps reach plateau. Then the teacher throws a curveball and a step cracks under your feet, but you keep climbing because the deadline to switch into an easier class was yesterday, and that feels like water is flooding the staircase and you have to keep climbing to keep your head over. Then the end of the year exam results come back, and congratulations! You qualify to go into the NEXT honors class!
During the year everyone is always sharing their test scores and crying when they get 90s and telling their friends "You got a 92? That's so bad." Meanwhile I'm trying to hide my 86 and check what I got wrong this time.
I'm a straight A honors student in everything but math, and that 1 class can make you feel like your failing every class and life in general.

Week old twist out

Last week my mother took me to the natural salon and she gave me a twist out. It was amazing the first day (all pics are from a week later). Every day it got flatter and flatter, but I love it!

Rain and first iPhone blogger app post

Today, I was surprised to find that it began to drizzle during the school day. I need to walk outside to get to 3 of my classes. I was thrilled! No, seriously.
I'm always looking for excuses to see and feel my new growth. This was perfect.
When the bus dropped us off it began raining harder, and my sisters were running for cover, backpacks flapping, sweaters flying. I just kept walking. Slowly. They didn't even notice my obvious attempt at ruining my straightened hair that I had been wearing in buns for the past 2 weeks.
Then when even my dog refused to go outside, I selflessly took him on a long walk. The rain had died down to a gentle mist by the time I got home.
The only bad thing is that my hair was kept stretched by the bun.
I want to stop using so much heat on my hair. I'm going to ask my mom to let me wash my own hair and blow dry it at home instead of going to the Dominican salon, where they blow dry with a very strong, very hot blow dryer. Then they flat iron it. I already have 3 inches of new growth so I don't want to ruin them with heat.
Till next time,
J