So I went bowling last night with Cole, Gabrielle, and Imani for MOOGLE. It was supah fun! I sucked REALLY badly last night! But still, good times were had.
The hours before that were spent hanging with Cole, Imani, and Gaby. We went to Plato's Closet and Target. We hung out at my house; Gaby tried on her new outfits she'd bought from Target. My closet was raided, as per usual. xP
After bowling, we went to Perkins and I had a milkshake! ^_^
Today, I hung with Cole before his Youth Court trial, and saw 2 Fast 2 Furious. it was tthe first Fast and the Furious movie I'd ever seen, and I fucking LOVED IT! Paul Walker and Tyrese Gibson. If I still wrote smutty fan fiction, I'd totally write some about them, because Woooot! Sexy shit right there. And all those damn sexy cars. I thought I was gonna cream my panties. For reals.
I also was gonna go to youth court with Cole, but decided to play board games with Justin and Brittany and people first. Which was changed to us plying Dungeons and Dragons (with an old west theme)! Which makes me happy. The last game of Dungeons and Dragons I played was months ago, back in February or March.
Anyhoodle, I can't get Mtn Dew and Funyuns like Justin wanted, so I'm taking the coca-colas and bugles from my house to take for peoples to drink. Take that, universe! :]
But yes. DnD. Woot. And that is my blog for today. Paul Walker+Tyrese Gibson = vury sexy bromance.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Memphis drivers can suck my dick.
I went skinny dipping last night at my friend Dustin's house in Byhalia. I haven't actually seen him or hung out with him in months. He has a girlfriend now, Kitty, who's freaking ADORABLE! (And who looks pretty damn good naked too! ;D) And fun times were had, naked and whatnot. Met new people (apart from Kitty); his friend Eric (who just got kicked out of the Navy) and two other friends, Blake and Brittany (am I remembering her name correctly?). They were cool. Apparently Blake was at MidSouth Con, but didn't remember seeing me. Lol. Not surprising, considering all that happened at MidSouth Con.
But anyway. MEMPHIS DRIVERS CAN SUCK MY MOTHERFUCKING DICK. So Chris and I are going to Taco Bell on Winchester, right? And this woman in front of us driving a Hummer decides to randomly stop in the middle of the road. On Winchester. What the fuck. So we stop in time, but the guy behind us does not and hits us super hard, which in turn makes us hit the Hummer woman. She gives us her information and dashes off, and Chris tells me to get picked up. So I call my grandma and tell her to pick me up at Walmart. We park at the Logan's Roadhouse parking lot, and I finally see how badly his car is damaged. The whole front is fucked up, and I think it might be totalled. He can't even open the hood anymore. So as I'm leaving, the woman calls and stuff, and Chris calls me later telling me the guy behind us was apparently intoxicated while driving, so a police report has been filed. He actually called to ask me if Knight was my real last name. ^_^ That's a first for me, excapt when a substitute (dumbest bitch ever) once pronounced my last name as "Kuh-Nig-it" and then asked if it was Dutch. Een after I told her, "No, it's Knight. Like....knights of the round table." "Must be Dutch, or Swedish or something."
No, fucktard, it's Knight. British as shit.
So I came home and made chicken (after going to the store, where I ran into Cole and Gaby). And was supposed to go to Walmart andstuff with Kace and Nate, but he's being rather obscure as to whether or not he's going to actually be able to. He keeps saying he told us last night he might be unable, but neither Kace nor myself recall him saying so.
And now I have pissed off Kasey. For blogging about Justin. And I did tell Kasey I wouldn't say anything as to why he broke up with her if it was for a reason like that, and I do apologize for my empty-headedness, Kasey. We should all know by now, I have my moments of slowness. I hope Kasey finds someone who'll make her happy and treat her well. She deserves a man who...well, a man, in general. She deserves better treatment than
Anyhoodle. That's all for today. Oh, I got new fisnets today. Yeah. Rawr. And stuff. >:3
But anyway. MEMPHIS DRIVERS CAN SUCK MY MOTHERFUCKING DICK. So Chris and I are going to Taco Bell on Winchester, right? And this woman in front of us driving a Hummer decides to randomly stop in the middle of the road. On Winchester. What the fuck. So we stop in time, but the guy behind us does not and hits us super hard, which in turn makes us hit the Hummer woman. She gives us her information and dashes off, and Chris tells me to get picked up. So I call my grandma and tell her to pick me up at Walmart. We park at the Logan's Roadhouse parking lot, and I finally see how badly his car is damaged. The whole front is fucked up, and I think it might be totalled. He can't even open the hood anymore. So as I'm leaving, the woman calls and stuff, and Chris calls me later telling me the guy behind us was apparently intoxicated while driving, so a police report has been filed. He actually called to ask me if Knight was my real last name. ^_^ That's a first for me, excapt when a substitute (dumbest bitch ever) once pronounced my last name as "Kuh-Nig-it" and then asked if it was Dutch. Een after I told her, "No, it's Knight. Like....knights of the round table." "Must be Dutch, or Swedish or something."
No, fucktard, it's Knight. British as shit.
So I came home and made chicken (after going to the store, where I ran into Cole and Gaby). And was supposed to go to Walmart andstuff with Kace and Nate, but he's being rather obscure as to whether or not he's going to actually be able to. He keeps saying he told us last night he might be unable, but neither Kace nor myself recall him saying so.
And now I have pissed off Kasey. For blogging about Justin. And I did tell Kasey I wouldn't say anything as to why he broke up with her if it was for a reason like that, and I do apologize for my empty-headedness, Kasey. We should all know by now, I have my moments of slowness. I hope Kasey finds someone who'll make her happy and treat her well. She deserves a man who...well, a man, in general. She deserves better treatment than
Anyhoodle. That's all for today. Oh, I got new fisnets today. Yeah. Rawr. And stuff. >:3
Monday, June 27, 2011
Just a cliche blog about a celebrity being stupid.
Bristol Palin.
We know her. We don't love her (and if you do, get the fuck off my blog). She is the daughter of Sarah Palin, the woman who ran alongside John McCain in the 2008 presidential race. Now, I used to actually have a little respect for Bristol, as she had her baby and seemed unashamed of it. She was also always with Levi Johnston, like, "Yeah. I have a baby. And I'm still with the baby daddy. So what?" I always thought, "You go, girl. You show those conservative pricks it's not a bad thing to have a baby out of wedlock."
Now, she's just lost all respect she had of mine to begin with. First, she got engaged to Levi, which is fine, people are getting married super young nowadays. You go on, and do your own thing. But then when it didn't work out between them, she seems to be doing everything in her power to make him seem like a bad guy, while at the same time making herself seem like an innocent conservative princess.
She recently made an appearance on Good Morning America, in which she told them about when she lost her virginity - at the age of 15 - and how it was "stolen" from her.
She quickly insisted that Levi didn't rape her or anything, it just felt like her virginity was stolen from her.
Oh, and the best part? She said she was drunk off of wine coolers. (To all my fellow gleeks, you should know - of course - that is how character Quinn Fabray lost her virginity and subsequently got pregnant in Season One.) The popularity of Glee and the wide knowledge of the storyline mak me doubt Bristol's story.
Basically, nothing was "stolen" from you, Bristol. You were 15 years old. You knew what you were doing, drunk off wine coolers or not. Plus, wine coolers at 15? Illegal much? It's not like you didn't know what drinking with your boyfriend could lead to, anyway, especially considering at that age, your hormones are constantly yelling at you to have sex.
Plus, you're making it seem like you did something wrong. You had sex with your boyfriend. There's nothing wrong with that. What is wrong with it is trying to take blame off yourself. You aren't making yourself seem naive, or taken advantage of. At this point you've just made yourself seem stupid.
So yes. I ranted about a celebrity (it's so sad that Bristol Palin is now considered a celebrity...). Have I hit a new low in my life? Fuck this, I'm going to go watch Jeopardy! now.
We know her. We don't love her (and if you do, get the fuck off my blog). She is the daughter of Sarah Palin, the woman who ran alongside John McCain in the 2008 presidential race. Now, I used to actually have a little respect for Bristol, as she had her baby and seemed unashamed of it. She was also always with Levi Johnston, like, "Yeah. I have a baby. And I'm still with the baby daddy. So what?" I always thought, "You go, girl. You show those conservative pricks it's not a bad thing to have a baby out of wedlock."
Now, she's just lost all respect she had of mine to begin with. First, she got engaged to Levi, which is fine, people are getting married super young nowadays. You go on, and do your own thing. But then when it didn't work out between them, she seems to be doing everything in her power to make him seem like a bad guy, while at the same time making herself seem like an innocent conservative princess.
She recently made an appearance on Good Morning America, in which she told them about when she lost her virginity - at the age of 15 - and how it was "stolen" from her.
She quickly insisted that Levi didn't rape her or anything, it just felt like her virginity was stolen from her.
Oh, and the best part? She said she was drunk off of wine coolers. (To all my fellow gleeks, you should know - of course - that is how character Quinn Fabray lost her virginity and subsequently got pregnant in Season One.) The popularity of Glee and the wide knowledge of the storyline mak me doubt Bristol's story.
Basically, nothing was "stolen" from you, Bristol. You were 15 years old. You knew what you were doing, drunk off wine coolers or not. Plus, wine coolers at 15? Illegal much? It's not like you didn't know what drinking with your boyfriend could lead to, anyway, especially considering at that age, your hormones are constantly yelling at you to have sex.
Plus, you're making it seem like you did something wrong. You had sex with your boyfriend. There's nothing wrong with that. What is wrong with it is trying to take blame off yourself. You aren't making yourself seem naive, or taken advantage of. At this point you've just made yourself seem stupid.
So yes. I ranted about a celebrity (it's so sad that Bristol Palin is now considered a celebrity...). Have I hit a new low in my life? Fuck this, I'm going to go watch Jeopardy! now.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
This blog will give you wet dreams.
And of course (being bisexual) I have to show off some of the sexy ladies too. xP
If you don't know who any of these sexy people are, fuck. you. >:P
Erectile disfunction. It ruins lives.
Just thought you should know - get it up, or get the fuck out. You are useless to the continuance of the human race. I don't want your flabby, flaccid phallus. It does not get me hot. And you're bald. And like 50. So fuck off. Creepers. Find someone your own age and get some viagra. Fuck.
So I had a good time at Spectrum tonight, apart from the usual creepers (man, the lesbos be creepin' hardcore lately @_@). I got to see my Lonnie Bear, Trevino (always thought that boy was a sexy beast!), Jenkins, Drew, Destiny, my cuddle bear Chris, James, and Tufyne. Met Drew's girlfriend Amber. She's a sweetheart. Saw my lovely little gay friend Russell and his friend Charity, and met her friend Morgan (who ended up almost getting kicked out because she drunkenly pissed in the sink in the ladies' room, lmfao) and got hit and danced up on by some lesbians. I also saw Tory Phillips and Shakera Story (I've known them since middle school! :D) and danced with Tory. Almost didn't recognize Kay (she made it very clear that I now have boobs, as opposed to middle school when I had barely anything, and she was walking around with a fucking C cup. o_o). Russell ripped my fishnets. I now need new ones.
And I apparently remind many people of Columbia from The Rocky Horror Picture Show when I dress up in my shiny fedora and shiny belt. This is a compliment.
So Justin Jenkins is kinda with Brittany Heath now? I am happy for them, they both seem happy. She also apologized to me for the whole DJ thing (she realized he was only using her anyway). And she also said he is being a dick to her now and won't even talk to her, just because she got with Justin, even though she and DJ weren't together? Yeah, I've (kind of) been there. But I have refriended her, which makes me happy, because now I can refriend my Jaron bear! ^_
I really didn't want to come home, but couldn't go to work with Trevino, soooo I came home. I don't know what tomorrow's going to bring, but I actually feel very positive about it.
So I had a good time at Spectrum tonight, apart from the usual creepers (man, the lesbos be creepin' hardcore lately @_@). I got to see my Lonnie Bear, Trevino (always thought that boy was a sexy beast!), Jenkins, Drew, Destiny, my cuddle bear Chris, James, and Tufyne. Met Drew's girlfriend Amber. She's a sweetheart. Saw my lovely little gay friend Russell and his friend Charity, and met her friend Morgan (who ended up almost getting kicked out because she drunkenly pissed in the sink in the ladies' room, lmfao) and got hit and danced up on by some lesbians. I also saw Tory Phillips and Shakera Story (I've known them since middle school! :D) and danced with Tory. Almost didn't recognize Kay (she made it very clear that I now have boobs, as opposed to middle school when I had barely anything, and she was walking around with a fucking C cup. o_o). Russell ripped my fishnets. I now need new ones.
And I apparently remind many people of Columbia from The Rocky Horror Picture Show when I dress up in my shiny fedora and shiny belt. This is a compliment.
So Justin Jenkins is kinda with Brittany Heath now? I am happy for them, they both seem happy. She also apologized to me for the whole DJ thing (she realized he was only using her anyway). And she also said he is being a dick to her now and won't even talk to her, just because she got with Justin, even though she and DJ weren't together? Yeah, I've (kind of) been there. But I have refriended her, which makes me happy, because now I can refriend my Jaron bear! ^_
I really didn't want to come home, but couldn't go to work with Trevino, soooo I came home. I don't know what tomorrow's going to bring, but I actually feel very positive about it.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Karma just bent you over and buttfucked you.
Apparenty DJ never considered me a friend. Thought I was stalking him. Being obsessive. Creeping him out. You keep telling yourself that, DJ, to justify treating me like shit.
Anyhoodle, apparently Jenkins "stole" Brittney from DJ. Good for Jenkins? I guess this explains why he randomly broke up with Kasey. Yay for Brittney because she’s no longer being used for her car and money now.
But basically, what goes around comes around. Good things happen to people who treat others nicely. It may not happen immediately, but it happens nonetheless. (Maybe him not being able to go to school is double karma? o.O)
Today, I am hanging out with Kalissa Ervin, a sexy beast of a friend. I am giving her clothes AND allowing her to raid my closet. Because she is adorable and sexy. :]
Tonight, I am going to Spectrum. How will I get there? No idea. But basically, it is happening. Drew is going to wear my sparkly green fairy wings. This is going to attract even more gay guys to him. It will be very amusing. :)
Anyhoodle, apparently Jenkins "stole" Brittney from DJ. Good for Jenkins? I guess this explains why he randomly broke up with Kasey. Yay for Brittney because she’s no longer being used for her car and money now.
But basically, what goes around comes around. Good things happen to people who treat others nicely. It may not happen immediately, but it happens nonetheless. (Maybe him not being able to go to school is double karma? o.O)
Today, I am hanging out with Kalissa Ervin, a sexy beast of a friend. I am giving her clothes AND allowing her to raid my closet. Because she is adorable and sexy. :]
Tonight, I am going to Spectrum. How will I get there? No idea. But basically, it is happening. Drew is going to wear my sparkly green fairy wings. This is going to attract even more gay guys to him. It will be very amusing. :)
Friday, June 24, 2011
Fucking sushi for the winsauce!
I woke up today and took my health forms to the health department and got that over with.
Texted Daniel and waited for him to text back. No response, so I went ahead and went to have sushi at Rain with Kasey. And Oh my fucking god, it was amazing! Pricey, but amazing. I was going to order a cheap vegetarian sushi, but then saw the crunchy shrimp rolls were only $5.15 so I was like, "Fuck that, shrimp ftw!" Amd ate my fucking shrimp rolls. Bitch.
And then since the majority of people decided to consume alcohol, I ended up being the designated driver. And I am a good driver; what I suck at is backing out of parking spots. Especially when I'm driving a huge fucking truck (as opposed to smaller vehicles, which I am much better with). So I had the awkward horror of getting out of a parking spot. Scared people shitless. Then drove to have Bubble Tea - which is always worth it. Then I drove to Kasey's house. She got pajamas, and we went to her friend Lindsey's apartment in Berclair. Had to leave early, but got to play fucking...Mario Kart 64, Mario Party 2 (which I'd never played before period) and had a marvelous time doing that. Then Gill (who was gloriously hammered) started talking about Princess each getting eaten out by Rainbow Bowser and clit fucking them and all kinds of shit. I left early, but had a fun day all in all.
Then when I got home, I found out my friend Karen Lingerfelt got in a car accident nd is in the hosital. What the fuck!
Also, my friend Sarah's boyfriend (or ex or...whatever the fuck they are now) is being a dick. It mut just be something in the air making guys treat girls like shit or something, I swear to God! :\
Tomorrow, I am hanging out with Kalissa, and tomorrow night, I amgoing to Spectrum with Drew. He is going to wear my green sparkly fairy wings, and it is going to be fabulous.
DJ is apparently camping with family. I hope when he gets back, he'll at least talk to me again. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Texted Daniel and waited for him to text back. No response, so I went ahead and went to have sushi at Rain with Kasey. And Oh my fucking god, it was amazing! Pricey, but amazing. I was going to order a cheap vegetarian sushi, but then saw the crunchy shrimp rolls were only $5.15 so I was like, "Fuck that, shrimp ftw!" Amd ate my fucking shrimp rolls. Bitch.
And then since the majority of people decided to consume alcohol, I ended up being the designated driver. And I am a good driver; what I suck at is backing out of parking spots. Especially when I'm driving a huge fucking truck (as opposed to smaller vehicles, which I am much better with). So I had the awkward horror of getting out of a parking spot. Scared people shitless. Then drove to have Bubble Tea - which is always worth it. Then I drove to Kasey's house. She got pajamas, and we went to her friend Lindsey's apartment in Berclair. Had to leave early, but got to play fucking...Mario Kart 64, Mario Party 2 (which I'd never played before period) and had a marvelous time doing that. Then Gill (who was gloriously hammered) started talking about Princess each getting eaten out by Rainbow Bowser and clit fucking them and all kinds of shit. I left early, but had a fun day all in all.
Then when I got home, I found out my friend Karen Lingerfelt got in a car accident nd is in the hosital. What the fuck!
Also, my friend Sarah's boyfriend (or ex or...whatever the fuck they are now) is being a dick. It mut just be something in the air making guys treat girls like shit or something, I swear to God! :\
Tomorrow, I am hanging out with Kalissa, and tomorrow night, I amgoing to Spectrum with Drew. He is going to wear my green sparkly fairy wings, and it is going to be fabulous.
DJ is apparently camping with family. I hope when he gets back, he'll at least talk to me again. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
I just had sex! A woman let me put my penis inside her!
So last night I went to karaoke at The Edge Coffeehouse. It was dead, and the guy running it was runnign late, so Imani decided to have us drop him off at his boyfriend's house in Frayser. Which turned out to be like...right around the corner from where DJ used to live. Literally. Going down Poplar then down Thomas to there brought back too many memories and was awkward as fuck. Especially turning down Millington Rd. o_O I just looked at my phone the entire time.
Then today I was supposed to go to this amazing sushi place called Rain with my friend Kasey, but our plans were cancelled, as our ride fell through. But I ended up going to Hastings (to sell stuff for money for the weekend xP) and getting two new bags (a Wizard of Oz bag and a pink leopard print bessenger bag with a skull) and saw Eric Vickrey there (very rarely do I run into him) and then we went to Walmart. I got a new red bra! And some dye to touch up my hair.
Then we went to Taco Bell, ate, then went to another WalMart (the one in West Memphis) and OH MY FUCKING GOD it was loaded with tons more shit than any Walmart in Memphis. Tons of bras (I got like....five new ones there :P) and shorts (leopard print and zebra striped? fuck yes!) and got more Mountai Dew: Pitch Black cause that is just how I roll.
But today I found out DJ isn't going to be able to start at Paul Mitchell School after all. Made me feel very sad for him, because he was for once very motivated and looking forward to something. I want to be there for him, but he still won't talk to me. I messagd him and told him I was here if he needed me and to not let this deter him from still trying to be the best that he can be, because he is going to make something great of himself, I've always known it. But all I've wanted to do since I found out today was just find him and hug him. And I can't, and it makes me very sad.
Anyway. Tomorrow I have to go down to the Health Department and turn in some paperwork so I don't lose my health insurance. These forms get really nosy, like asking how much investments I have and shit? That is none of their goddamn business. Damn stupid government. Anyway. I will get this taken care of, then maybe go to Rain finally (as Kasey said we may be able to go tomorrow rather than today).
So there. Past two days. Whew.
Then today I was supposed to go to this amazing sushi place called Rain with my friend Kasey, but our plans were cancelled, as our ride fell through. But I ended up going to Hastings (to sell stuff for money for the weekend xP) and getting two new bags (a Wizard of Oz bag and a pink leopard print bessenger bag with a skull) and saw Eric Vickrey there (very rarely do I run into him) and then we went to Walmart. I got a new red bra! And some dye to touch up my hair.
Then we went to Taco Bell, ate, then went to another WalMart (the one in West Memphis) and OH MY FUCKING GOD it was loaded with tons more shit than any Walmart in Memphis. Tons of bras (I got like....five new ones there :P) and shorts (leopard print and zebra striped? fuck yes!) and got more Mountai Dew: Pitch Black cause that is just how I roll.
But today I found out DJ isn't going to be able to start at Paul Mitchell School after all. Made me feel very sad for him, because he was for once very motivated and looking forward to something. I want to be there for him, but he still won't talk to me. I messagd him and told him I was here if he needed me and to not let this deter him from still trying to be the best that he can be, because he is going to make something great of himself, I've always known it. But all I've wanted to do since I found out today was just find him and hug him. And I can't, and it makes me very sad.
Anyway. Tomorrow I have to go down to the Health Department and turn in some paperwork so I don't lose my health insurance. These forms get really nosy, like asking how much investments I have and shit? That is none of their goddamn business. Damn stupid government. Anyway. I will get this taken care of, then maybe go to Rain finally (as Kasey said we may be able to go tomorrow rather than today).
So there. Past two days. Whew.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
So it has been decided.
I am basically going to demand everything I bought for DJ back. He has decided to continue to be an asshole. And since he's not really worth the money I spent on everything anyway (because let's face it, all I was good for to him was gifts and blowjobs, as other girls are). I don't think I want anything back from his mother or Desirie. They actually seemed to generally like and care for me and seemed appreciative of the things I got them. I don't think I want to continue contact with them; I don't even know if they'll want to. He'll probably turn them against me, as he did his ex girlfriend anyway. But I decided to make a list. I know. Bitchy. But you also don't know the extent of horribleness to which he has treated me. I apparently cause drama and could not get it through my head that we were never going to be together (I think doing stuff with girls right in front of me to intentionally hurt me in the first place kind of got it drilled into my head, thank you very much). And part of the reason he thinks this is because some girl told him I talked about his and mine relationship. First off, we never had a relationship, you made that very clear. Second, why would I tell all of this shit to a girl I don't even fucking know? Are you seriously that dim, or at this point just believing what you want to believe to deter from your life being in the least difficult? Which it's going to be anyway, as you will end up losing a lot of people from your life if you continue to live like this.
Anyway. I bought him a hell of a lot of shit. He thinks I just did it so he would be in a relationship with me. I don't know what the hell kind of relationship he thinks I'm looking for, but one based on money is not it. I bought him those things simply because I liked making him happy. The look that he would get on his face when he got something new was...very overwhelming, to say the least. The list is as follows (yes, I spent - er, wasted - about 4,000+ on him; and no, it wasn't worth it, as I just always ended up getting fucked over):
1 strawberry scented dildo
1 masturbation toy (if you ever found it. if not, i don't care)
1 pair of Skullcandy headphones
1 Bob Marley Rubiks Cube
1 Anniversary Edition wooden Rubiks Cube
1 4x4 Rubiks cube
1 container of Watermelon flavored nipple arousal gel
1 pair of Pac Man boxers
1 Sonic the Hedgehog wallet
1 Camera ($200 wasted right there)
The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Blu-Ray
Zombieland DVD
1 Sonic the Hedgehog bobblehead
1 Sonic the Hedgehog T-shirt
1 Bob Marley T-shirt
1 Rocky Horror Picture Show t-shirt
1 Mountain Dew T-shirt
1 Rubiks Cube t-shirt
1 pair of jeans (with the sparkles and stuff? yeah, when I bought them, I said I was getting them for a gay friend to avoid embarassment)
1 Galaga t-shirt
1 Mount and Do me t-shirt
1 "I'm not a doctor, but I'll take a look anyway!" t-shirt
1 Pac-Man "Nom Nom Nom" t-shirt
1 Yoda pillow
3 bandanas
1 Johnny Depp poster
1 metal sign "Sexual Harassment will not be tolerated; It will however be graded"
3 bottles of Paul Mitchell hairspray
1 bottle of disinfectant spray used for sex toys
1 "It's all fun and games until someone loses a nut" t-shirt
1 cross necklace made of nails
1 "Friends Forever" lanyard
1 Sonic the Hedgehog lanyard
1 tiny Sonic the Hedgehog figurine
2 Fedoras
1 Marvin the Martian hat
1 Mario "Choose Wisely" red t-shirt
Phantom of the Opera DVD
1 deck of Ouran High School Host Club playing cards
1 hat from Hippie Geek (with the peace signs and the secret weed compartment, lol)
1 necklace - smiley faced piece of poop
Now, if I left off anything (as I know I did, because at the moment, not everything comes to mind) please be mature about it and don't refrain from giving any of it back to me. And just so you know, if you can actually be mature enough to remain friends and not be immature as you're being, I'm not going to be so adamant about getting this stuff back so quickly (if at all). But since you've decided to be immature and prove to me that you don't appreciate anything I've done and bought for you (which was done out of love, not bribes for you to be with me) I see no point in you actually getting to keep any of this. Everybody I've spoken to (not just my friends, but people you were friends with before I was) agree with me that you're undeserving and a horrible friend. They don't see why I continue to waste time an thoughts on you, but I'd like to salvage something of what was once a very strong friendship.
Anyway. I bought him a hell of a lot of shit. He thinks I just did it so he would be in a relationship with me. I don't know what the hell kind of relationship he thinks I'm looking for, but one based on money is not it. I bought him those things simply because I liked making him happy. The look that he would get on his face when he got something new was...very overwhelming, to say the least. The list is as follows (yes, I spent - er, wasted - about 4,000+ on him; and no, it wasn't worth it, as I just always ended up getting fucked over):
1 strawberry scented dildo
1 masturbation toy (if you ever found it. if not, i don't care)
1 pair of Skullcandy headphones
1 Bob Marley Rubiks Cube
1 Anniversary Edition wooden Rubiks Cube
1 4x4 Rubiks cube
1 container of Watermelon flavored nipple arousal gel
1 pair of Pac Man boxers
1 Sonic the Hedgehog wallet
1 Camera ($200 wasted right there)
The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Blu-Ray
Zombieland DVD
1 Sonic the Hedgehog bobblehead
1 Sonic the Hedgehog T-shirt
1 Bob Marley T-shirt
1 Rocky Horror Picture Show t-shirt
1 Mountain Dew T-shirt
1 Rubiks Cube t-shirt
1 pair of jeans (with the sparkles and stuff? yeah, when I bought them, I said I was getting them for a gay friend to avoid embarassment)
1 Galaga t-shirt
1 Mount and Do me t-shirt
1 "I'm not a doctor, but I'll take a look anyway!" t-shirt
1 Pac-Man "Nom Nom Nom" t-shirt
1 Yoda pillow
3 bandanas
1 Johnny Depp poster
1 metal sign "Sexual Harassment will not be tolerated; It will however be graded"
3 bottles of Paul Mitchell hairspray
1 bottle of disinfectant spray used for sex toys
1 "It's all fun and games until someone loses a nut" t-shirt
1 cross necklace made of nails
1 "Friends Forever" lanyard
1 Sonic the Hedgehog lanyard
1 tiny Sonic the Hedgehog figurine
2 Fedoras
1 Marvin the Martian hat
1 Mario "Choose Wisely" red t-shirt
Phantom of the Opera DVD
1 deck of Ouran High School Host Club playing cards
1 hat from Hippie Geek (with the peace signs and the secret weed compartment, lol)
1 necklace - smiley faced piece of poop
Now, if I left off anything (as I know I did, because at the moment, not everything comes to mind) please be mature about it and don't refrain from giving any of it back to me. And just so you know, if you can actually be mature enough to remain friends and not be immature as you're being, I'm not going to be so adamant about getting this stuff back so quickly (if at all). But since you've decided to be immature and prove to me that you don't appreciate anything I've done and bought for you (which was done out of love, not bribes for you to be with me) I see no point in you actually getting to keep any of this. Everybody I've spoken to (not just my friends, but people you were friends with before I was) agree with me that you're undeserving and a horrible friend. They don't see why I continue to waste time an thoughts on you, but I'd like to salvage something of what was once a very strong friendship.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Racist Jokes.
Ok. Racist jokes. You know 'em, ya love 'em. If you don't love them, please don't get pissed off at me for sharing them. And please stop being a prude about a fucking joke.
One of my friend Nate told me this glorious racist joke: "Wy do black people only have nightmares? Because we killed the last one with a dream." I figured my friends (who generally share the same sense of humor as I do and who SEEMED to all be open-minded about things) would appreciate the joke, so I sent out a GIANT mass text. And one of my friends (one of the last ones I'd expect it from, Destiny, of all people) gets realy offended. I'm thinking, "Dude, you aren't even black." She's like, "That joke crossed a line." I sent her a three-page text stating my opinion. Because to be honest I do get offended when people don't like racist jokes and stuff. Unless a single specific person is being verbally attacked (like a friend or yourself or whatever) don't be offended by racist jokes. That's stupid. African-Americans fought for three hndred years to be treated equally, then when they were free from slavery but still not being treated equally, they fought another few decades (the Civil Rights movement) to be treated equally. They won the right to be (finally) treated as humans, and I think part of that equal treatment includes the ability to be able to freely say racist jokes and them not be offended. It's not like they can go around making fun of us and we should feel guilty for enslaving and lynching them for hundred of years. We aren't responsible for any of that, so we shouldn't feel guilty when they joke about us. We should be able to laugh along with them, just as they should be able to laugh along with us. If we can make sexist jokes, white jokes, abortion jokes, politician jokes, gay jokes, Mexican jokes, Asian jokes, stereotype jokes, etc, why not make black jokes? They fought to be equal, so now they are (which they were born equal in the first place, but still). So they make fun of us, we make fun of them, and none of us are offended. And if we are offended, we're stupid and need to get over it. It's the 21st century, pull that stick out of your ass and calm the fuck down, lol.
Yes, it's quite obvious I find it prudish to be offended when it comes to simple jokes. But what really pissed me off was I still got yelled at via text for simply stating my opinion. Then she told me not to state my opinion, at which I got really offended (as well I should, it's my fucking constitutional right to state my opinion) and I was like, "Look, you're being a prude. If we can jokingly molest each other everytime we hang out [which we do, of course] and make dirty sex jokes and stuff, under no circumstance should you get offended by this. And I will stop texting you and talking to you altogether if I'm going to be yelled at for simply stating my opinion." I never got a response back. By the end of the night, though, it no longer affected my life, to be honest.
Basically people, it's the 21st century. We should be evolved anough by now that if we're open-minded and accepting of people, we should be open-minded enough to be able to joke about stereotypes of each other. It's not like I'm going around calling black people "niggers" and I actually find it a little racist to NOT want to tell black jokes. I feel if they fought for the right to be joked about lightly, we should be able to. Jeez. Getting offended over it is actually quite offensive to them.
Plus, I kind of hate to admit it, but my family is racist. One of our family friends call black people "niggers" without even thinking twice about it. My grandma says some of the most racist shit sometimes. The other day, she said (in reference to my aunt and uncle), "They treat me horrible, like I'm some kind of damn stupid nigger!" By saying that, you just proved your stupidity, dumbass. So being raised around shit like that and not actually having any racist thoughts like that, yes I get very fucking offended when you won't let me tell a black joke.
But anyhoodle!
I had an amazing day at the mall today. I had Taco Bell (one of my favorite fast food places EVER) and then went to Kohl's to see my Lonnie Bear, who I haven't seen in awhile and missed terribly. I ran into my friend Degan and her boyfriend Ty and talked to them for awhile (they are soooo adorable together, it's ridiculous!) and then rode bikes around Wal-Mart until the employees came after us and then I parked the bike and ran out of the store, lol. We went to Hastings and stuff, cause they're open super late and have AWESOME SHIT in general. Then we went to another Wal-Mart and terrorized people there. Then went to the Wal-Mart near my house and I ran into my Papa Bear and Vanilla Bear (Calvin and Mel) and then came home. OH and while at Hastings, I totally snagged a couple of things for my friend Cole's birthday! Happy Birthday Cole! 17 years sexy! One more year and I'm taking you clubbing! Wooooot!
Anyway. Today was a good day and made me feel better than yesterday did (because I did wake up super depressed today, bleeeghh) and helped get my mind off of DJ for a little while. Douchecanoe lookin' ass nigga.
Oh, and apparently, Ryan Dunn died? I woke up and saw that on facebook, and was like, "Who the fuck is that?" I never really watched Jack Ass (sorry, folks!) and only ever really paid attention to Johnny Knoxville (because that man is a sexy beast, I don't care what you think) so yeah. I'm sorry he died though, because it doesn't matter hoe old or young you are, or the manner in which it happened, death is always sad. Not necessarily for the person dying, as it's a relief from the pain of living, but for those around them, who love them and will live out the rest of their lives without that person. So Rest In Peace Ryan Dunn. As long as it's not Johnny Depp yet, we're all good.
But tomorrow, I'm going to the zoo with Cole, Sarah, Imani, and others and am finally going to get to go to papa Bear and Mel's. And trust me, when I get there, I'm gonna have a huge cry and then feel much better, because they are my family. And I loves them very much. <3
So good night, folks! Have naughty dreams! For me, please? ;D
One of my friend Nate told me this glorious racist joke: "Wy do black people only have nightmares? Because we killed the last one with a dream." I figured my friends (who generally share the same sense of humor as I do and who SEEMED to all be open-minded about things) would appreciate the joke, so I sent out a GIANT mass text. And one of my friends (one of the last ones I'd expect it from, Destiny, of all people) gets realy offended. I'm thinking, "Dude, you aren't even black." She's like, "That joke crossed a line." I sent her a three-page text stating my opinion. Because to be honest I do get offended when people don't like racist jokes and stuff. Unless a single specific person is being verbally attacked (like a friend or yourself or whatever) don't be offended by racist jokes. That's stupid. African-Americans fought for three hndred years to be treated equally, then when they were free from slavery but still not being treated equally, they fought another few decades (the Civil Rights movement) to be treated equally. They won the right to be (finally) treated as humans, and I think part of that equal treatment includes the ability to be able to freely say racist jokes and them not be offended. It's not like they can go around making fun of us and we should feel guilty for enslaving and lynching them for hundred of years. We aren't responsible for any of that, so we shouldn't feel guilty when they joke about us. We should be able to laugh along with them, just as they should be able to laugh along with us. If we can make sexist jokes, white jokes, abortion jokes, politician jokes, gay jokes, Mexican jokes, Asian jokes, stereotype jokes, etc, why not make black jokes? They fought to be equal, so now they are (which they were born equal in the first place, but still). So they make fun of us, we make fun of them, and none of us are offended. And if we are offended, we're stupid and need to get over it. It's the 21st century, pull that stick out of your ass and calm the fuck down, lol.
Yes, it's quite obvious I find it prudish to be offended when it comes to simple jokes. But what really pissed me off was I still got yelled at via text for simply stating my opinion. Then she told me not to state my opinion, at which I got really offended (as well I should, it's my fucking constitutional right to state my opinion) and I was like, "Look, you're being a prude. If we can jokingly molest each other everytime we hang out [which we do, of course] and make dirty sex jokes and stuff, under no circumstance should you get offended by this. And I will stop texting you and talking to you altogether if I'm going to be yelled at for simply stating my opinion." I never got a response back. By the end of the night, though, it no longer affected my life, to be honest.
Basically people, it's the 21st century. We should be evolved anough by now that if we're open-minded and accepting of people, we should be open-minded enough to be able to joke about stereotypes of each other. It's not like I'm going around calling black people "niggers" and I actually find it a little racist to NOT want to tell black jokes. I feel if they fought for the right to be joked about lightly, we should be able to. Jeez. Getting offended over it is actually quite offensive to them.
Plus, I kind of hate to admit it, but my family is racist. One of our family friends call black people "niggers" without even thinking twice about it. My grandma says some of the most racist shit sometimes. The other day, she said (in reference to my aunt and uncle), "They treat me horrible, like I'm some kind of damn stupid nigger!" By saying that, you just proved your stupidity, dumbass. So being raised around shit like that and not actually having any racist thoughts like that, yes I get very fucking offended when you won't let me tell a black joke.
But anyhoodle!
I had an amazing day at the mall today. I had Taco Bell (one of my favorite fast food places EVER) and then went to Kohl's to see my Lonnie Bear, who I haven't seen in awhile and missed terribly. I ran into my friend Degan and her boyfriend Ty and talked to them for awhile (they are soooo adorable together, it's ridiculous!) and then rode bikes around Wal-Mart until the employees came after us and then I parked the bike and ran out of the store, lol. We went to Hastings and stuff, cause they're open super late and have AWESOME SHIT in general. Then we went to another Wal-Mart and terrorized people there. Then went to the Wal-Mart near my house and I ran into my Papa Bear and Vanilla Bear (Calvin and Mel) and then came home. OH and while at Hastings, I totally snagged a couple of things for my friend Cole's birthday! Happy Birthday Cole! 17 years sexy! One more year and I'm taking you clubbing! Wooooot!
Anyway. Today was a good day and made me feel better than yesterday did (because I did wake up super depressed today, bleeeghh) and helped get my mind off of DJ for a little while. Douchecanoe lookin' ass nigga.
Oh, and apparently, Ryan Dunn died? I woke up and saw that on facebook, and was like, "Who the fuck is that?" I never really watched Jack Ass (sorry, folks!) and only ever really paid attention to Johnny Knoxville (because that man is a sexy beast, I don't care what you think) so yeah. I'm sorry he died though, because it doesn't matter hoe old or young you are, or the manner in which it happened, death is always sad. Not necessarily for the person dying, as it's a relief from the pain of living, but for those around them, who love them and will live out the rest of their lives without that person. So Rest In Peace Ryan Dunn. As long as it's not Johnny Depp yet, we're all good.
But tomorrow, I'm going to the zoo with Cole, Sarah, Imani, and others and am finally going to get to go to papa Bear and Mel's. And trust me, when I get there, I'm gonna have a huge cry and then feel much better, because they are my family. And I loves them very much. <3
So good night, folks! Have naughty dreams! For me, please? ;D
Sunday, June 19, 2011
So today life decided to say "fuck you" yet again.
So I'm sitting here, after half an hour of crying my eyes out, wearing nothing but my cupcake lingerie and my handcuff necklace. Today was supposed to be great. I'd get out of the house, I'd get pizza, I'd hang out with my Otaku friends and not sit around all day depressed and thinking about my situation ith DJ, right?
WRONG. DJ showed up at MOOGLE. Completely ignored my existence. But had no problem wearing one of the t-shirts I just got him. Which kind of further solidifies my friends' opinions that he just used me for obtaining whatever he wanted. Because if he's not friends with me anymore, why accept things from me? And why wear them to an event he knows I'm going to be at? Unless it's giving me a big middle finger, which is what it is. It's a huge "Fuck you, Jess, I'm going to hurt you even more!":which is quite petty and childish. But that's basically him in a nutshell anyway.
So I started texting my friends so they could just help me NOT walk out and just wander around crying (which I do when I have anxiety attacks, which I was SUPER close to having). They told me to ignore him and let him be the big baby that he's being. Other than that, they just said sorry, there's really nothing I could do. Luckily Kalissa got there and kept me company (I don't know if she realizes this, but she was what kept me from completely breaking down) as I ate my pizza and socialized with the rest of the Otaku.
CREEPERS STILL WUZ CREEPIN' THOUGH.
There's this guy named Brad Turrin who started creepin' up on me on facebook, always commenting "hot" and stuff on my pictures. Not even in a classy, complimentary way; in a complete douchebag way. Well, I rejected his attentions. He then started texting me (he must have gotten my number off my facebook page) and I didn't respond and deleted him off my friends list. He continued to creep, so I blocked him. Then he started texting me again ( I had deleted his number at this point) and I got kiiinda nervous about it (when a girl says back off, or ignores you even, back the fuck off, nigga, and find someone else) and told Cole about it. So he texted that guy and told him to stop texting me, and creeper goes, "She's the one who gave me her number."
What. the. FUCK. So anyway. He leaves me alone, until TODAY. He texts me as I leave for the MOOGLE meeting and then I see him walking with my friend Imani. I figured seeing him and actually speaking to him at this point was inevitable, so I decided to attempt friendly terms. I didn't have money to actually buy pizza, so he bought me one. He also bought Imani one, too, so I didn't really think that much of it. Then he started texting me as we were sitting at the table (the flirtatious type of texting) and then he asks me out again. I tell him no. I guess that did it for him, because he became really offended and started being a complete asshole. He demanded me pay him back for the pizza. I told him I'd text him when I get the money (if I don't have money or a job right now, what makes him think I can magically make money appear? just sayin', broski!) and he goes, "You'll actually text me, because usually you won't even respond to my texts." I was getting very annoyed with his attitude, so I go, "If I don't want to respond to your texts or associate with you, I'm not going to," to which he got even more annoyed. I said, "Look, I'll text you." Then he disappeared for awhile and tried to avoid me the ret of the night other than shooting me rather vicious and sulky looks. I ignored him. I had by then gotten rather depressed over DJ being a dickwipe and had receded into my own little turtle shell.
Then the group decides to go out to Perkins after we leave the MOOGLE meeting. Again, completely ignored. Tried to make plans for me and Destiny to spend the night at Kalissa's, but scheduling conflicts and rides caused the idea to frazzle out. But watching DJ do shoots of creamer was amusing. I half wanted him to vomit from it because he was being a doucher and the other half of me was worried about him getting sick. Then he concocted a mixture of milkshakes, creamer, and God knows what else, and drank that. By then, though, my anxiety (mixed with a huge very chocolaty milkshake) had caused me to grow nauseous and I went to the bathroom and vomited. DJ didn't seem to care, which of course made me feel even more ill.
The big "fuck you" of the night was as he was leaving (he and David had to leave early to go to the store and buy ramen and stuff for their house) he hugged and said good-bye to every single person at the table, except me. Made a point to NOT say good-bye to me or even acknowledge me. Which led to me very silently crying. Kalissa noticed, gave me a big hug, and then I went to the bathroom and had a huge, vomity weep there. I ripped off my toilet paper necklace (the piece of smiley poop that goes along with it I gave to DJ; I figured he'd appreciate it, figured he could go around saying "I'm the shit" or something, which is totally what he'd do) and threw it on the ground, only to say, "Oh, fuck!" and retrieve the toilet paper part, as the chain part was broken for good. I cried, wiped off my runny make-up and went back out to the table. We left a few mniutes later.
I am now drinking some more of my delicious iced tea (with a hint of Captain Morgan, as I had a bit hidden under my bed) and I actually kind of have to pee. So I'm just going to stop here, as I don't really know what else to say. Am I insulted? Not really. Hurt? Very very very much so. Tired? Yes, and have a bit of a headache, which I've had since my big cry at Perkins. I took an ibuprofen, but it only worked for a little while. More than anything, I'm disappointed in DJ, as he's one of the people I never expected to treat me like this. And I may have been naive and quite frankly even stupid for believing this, but I actually thought he was a better person than this. I did.
That's all for now, folks.
WRONG. DJ showed up at MOOGLE. Completely ignored my existence. But had no problem wearing one of the t-shirts I just got him. Which kind of further solidifies my friends' opinions that he just used me for obtaining whatever he wanted. Because if he's not friends with me anymore, why accept things from me? And why wear them to an event he knows I'm going to be at? Unless it's giving me a big middle finger, which is what it is. It's a huge "Fuck you, Jess, I'm going to hurt you even more!":which is quite petty and childish. But that's basically him in a nutshell anyway.
So I started texting my friends so they could just help me NOT walk out and just wander around crying (which I do when I have anxiety attacks, which I was SUPER close to having). They told me to ignore him and let him be the big baby that he's being. Other than that, they just said sorry, there's really nothing I could do. Luckily Kalissa got there and kept me company (I don't know if she realizes this, but she was what kept me from completely breaking down) as I ate my pizza and socialized with the rest of the Otaku.
CREEPERS STILL WUZ CREEPIN' THOUGH.
There's this guy named Brad Turrin who started creepin' up on me on facebook, always commenting "hot" and stuff on my pictures. Not even in a classy, complimentary way; in a complete douchebag way. Well, I rejected his attentions. He then started texting me (he must have gotten my number off my facebook page) and I didn't respond and deleted him off my friends list. He continued to creep, so I blocked him. Then he started texting me again ( I had deleted his number at this point) and I got kiiinda nervous about it (when a girl says back off, or ignores you even, back the fuck off, nigga, and find someone else) and told Cole about it. So he texted that guy and told him to stop texting me, and creeper goes, "She's the one who gave me her number."
What. the. FUCK. So anyway. He leaves me alone, until TODAY. He texts me as I leave for the MOOGLE meeting and then I see him walking with my friend Imani. I figured seeing him and actually speaking to him at this point was inevitable, so I decided to attempt friendly terms. I didn't have money to actually buy pizza, so he bought me one. He also bought Imani one, too, so I didn't really think that much of it. Then he started texting me as we were sitting at the table (the flirtatious type of texting) and then he asks me out again. I tell him no. I guess that did it for him, because he became really offended and started being a complete asshole. He demanded me pay him back for the pizza. I told him I'd text him when I get the money (if I don't have money or a job right now, what makes him think I can magically make money appear? just sayin', broski!) and he goes, "You'll actually text me, because usually you won't even respond to my texts." I was getting very annoyed with his attitude, so I go, "If I don't want to respond to your texts or associate with you, I'm not going to," to which he got even more annoyed. I said, "Look, I'll text you." Then he disappeared for awhile and tried to avoid me the ret of the night other than shooting me rather vicious and sulky looks. I ignored him. I had by then gotten rather depressed over DJ being a dickwipe and had receded into my own little turtle shell.
Then the group decides to go out to Perkins after we leave the MOOGLE meeting. Again, completely ignored. Tried to make plans for me and Destiny to spend the night at Kalissa's, but scheduling conflicts and rides caused the idea to frazzle out. But watching DJ do shoots of creamer was amusing. I half wanted him to vomit from it because he was being a doucher and the other half of me was worried about him getting sick. Then he concocted a mixture of milkshakes, creamer, and God knows what else, and drank that. By then, though, my anxiety (mixed with a huge very chocolaty milkshake) had caused me to grow nauseous and I went to the bathroom and vomited. DJ didn't seem to care, which of course made me feel even more ill.
The big "fuck you" of the night was as he was leaving (he and David had to leave early to go to the store and buy ramen and stuff for their house) he hugged and said good-bye to every single person at the table, except me. Made a point to NOT say good-bye to me or even acknowledge me. Which led to me very silently crying. Kalissa noticed, gave me a big hug, and then I went to the bathroom and had a huge, vomity weep there. I ripped off my toilet paper necklace (the piece of smiley poop that goes along with it I gave to DJ; I figured he'd appreciate it, figured he could go around saying "I'm the shit" or something, which is totally what he'd do) and threw it on the ground, only to say, "Oh, fuck!" and retrieve the toilet paper part, as the chain part was broken for good. I cried, wiped off my runny make-up and went back out to the table. We left a few mniutes later.
I am now drinking some more of my delicious iced tea (with a hint of Captain Morgan, as I had a bit hidden under my bed) and I actually kind of have to pee. So I'm just going to stop here, as I don't really know what else to say. Am I insulted? Not really. Hurt? Very very very much so. Tired? Yes, and have a bit of a headache, which I've had since my big cry at Perkins. I took an ibuprofen, but it only worked for a little while. More than anything, I'm disappointed in DJ, as he's one of the people I never expected to treat me like this. And I may have been naive and quite frankly even stupid for believing this, but I actually thought he was a better person than this. I did.
That's all for now, folks.
Creepers be creepin'.
So I'm sitting here listening to techno music before I get ready to go to the MOOGLE June Meeting at Garabaldi's. Wearing rainbow-colord zebra striped shorts and a Pikachu t-shirt. And nooo panties. Just sayin'.
So I went to Spectrum last night with Drew Upton, Kalissa Ervin, Amber Norris, and Bradford Hill. Saw a glorious drag show (I was more impressed than I usually am) and ended up topless (as per usual). But it was Kalissa and Brad's first time clubbing. Bradford didn't seem to enjoy himself, due to personal problems with his girlfriend and dislike of some of the music.
Man, last night was the night for creepers and douchers apparently. Cause this guy was totally creepin' up on me, Drew, and Kalissa. While Drew and Kalissa were on the pole dancing and stuff, this guy in a University of Tennessee shirt came up to us and was like,"What's your name?" - "Jess?" - "Who're they" - "My boyfriend and girlfriend." - "So...you three are like...a thing? All three of you?" - "Yes." He points to Kalissa and is like, "Mind if I get up on that?" Haha, I was like, "Errr....." Drew and I had to go protective and get away because UT guy was like, "Can I get up in this? Wanna add a fourth to your circle?" We made our escape and hung out in the lounge.
Then Kalissa and I are dancin near Amber and this bald guy comes up and is hitting on us and we deflect his attentions so he goes all asshole and says, "Fine, be that way. Your loss, my gain," and saunters away, trying to be all swaggerific and stuff. Which of course...he was not. We all three just looked at each other and laughed. But still.
And later, we're dancing and this Mexican guy is creepin' up on us, watching the three of us from the stage and whatnot, and Kalissa was weirded out. Then this supah old lesbian was lookin' at us (and apparently at some point was puttin' the moves on Amber) and creepin'. And Mexican dude came up behind me when we got onstage, and he started dancing up against me. Boner just kinda poking all up on me. Kinda awkward so I told him to go away, because the three of us were gonna dance together for the next song instead of with anyone else. Got rid of him rather successfully, lol.
We left early. (It was super hot in there tonight, hotter than usual, despite there being less people than usual due to Electrocity also happening that night, as well as some event at Minglewood Hall.) And had epic car conversations on the way home. It has been decided that next week, Drew is wearing my fairy wings to the club and Kalissa is raiding my closet. o_O
And whips and sexy time at Anime Blues Con is now inevitable.
But the moral of the story is....creeprs be creepin'. Good night, and good luck.
So I went to Spectrum last night with Drew Upton, Kalissa Ervin, Amber Norris, and Bradford Hill. Saw a glorious drag show (I was more impressed than I usually am) and ended up topless (as per usual). But it was Kalissa and Brad's first time clubbing. Bradford didn't seem to enjoy himself, due to personal problems with his girlfriend and dislike of some of the music.
Man, last night was the night for creepers and douchers apparently. Cause this guy was totally creepin' up on me, Drew, and Kalissa. While Drew and Kalissa were on the pole dancing and stuff, this guy in a University of Tennessee shirt came up to us and was like,"What's your name?" - "Jess?" - "Who're they" - "My boyfriend and girlfriend." - "So...you three are like...a thing? All three of you?" - "Yes." He points to Kalissa and is like, "Mind if I get up on that?" Haha, I was like, "Errr....." Drew and I had to go protective and get away because UT guy was like, "Can I get up in this? Wanna add a fourth to your circle?" We made our escape and hung out in the lounge.
Then Kalissa and I are dancin near Amber and this bald guy comes up and is hitting on us and we deflect his attentions so he goes all asshole and says, "Fine, be that way. Your loss, my gain," and saunters away, trying to be all swaggerific and stuff. Which of course...he was not. We all three just looked at each other and laughed. But still.
And later, we're dancing and this Mexican guy is creepin' up on us, watching the three of us from the stage and whatnot, and Kalissa was weirded out. Then this supah old lesbian was lookin' at us (and apparently at some point was puttin' the moves on Amber) and creepin'. And Mexican dude came up behind me when we got onstage, and he started dancing up against me. Boner just kinda poking all up on me. Kinda awkward so I told him to go away, because the three of us were gonna dance together for the next song instead of with anyone else. Got rid of him rather successfully, lol.
We left early. (It was super hot in there tonight, hotter than usual, despite there being less people than usual due to Electrocity also happening that night, as well as some event at Minglewood Hall.) And had epic car conversations on the way home. It has been decided that next week, Drew is wearing my fairy wings to the club and Kalissa is raiding my closet. o_O
And whips and sexy time at Anime Blues Con is now inevitable.
But the moral of the story is....creeprs be creepin'. Good night, and good luck.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
So D got married...And the venting of life.
So my friend of 11 years, Diane Coates got married (to William Felch). Then they came to the reception, which (despite sweltering temperatures and wind) they decided to have in Freeman Park, which is a very sentimntal location for them. It's where they first kissed and got together and where they got back together (after a break-up which lasted less than a day, haha). It's a park they also visited frequently and so it holds very sentimental value to them. After the reception (which consisted of me changing into an interesting "spooning" tank top and awkwardly sitting around with Catie), they went to take Krys to the airport, and then (in their own words) go home and "screw like rabbits." >.<
But after that, I went to DJ's house to drop off some of his clothes. Despite the fact that I love him and he is (or was, I don' even know anymore) my best friend, he still refuses to talk to me or see me, which is very frustrating and very immature. I ended up giving the clothes and whatnot to David, who said DJ didn't send him out there, but I have my doubts.
In case you're wondering about what's going on between me and him, he basically told me I needed somewhere else to go (despite having nowehre else to go) because I was causing too much drama. I am apparently going around talking about our relationship (or lack thereof, rather) to random girls I don't even know, or quite frankly, like. So yes, it's pretty much what it sounds like. He believed some girl over me. Yeah. Insulting? Yes. Hurtful? Like hell. I ended up back at my parents' house, which I assure you, is the very last place I wish to be. But where else am I going to go? Yeah. Ask DJ. Pfft.
Then I went over to his house last week to drop off some stuff I'd gotten his sister, and he completely ignored me, and would not even acknowledge my existence. So yeah, good job on being mature there, mate. But I seem to have further complicated matters (which I only blame myself for because I really don't want to place any blame on him) by simply going to the club (Spectrum) with his ex girlfriend (who I've recently become friends with). I would have called or texted him, but since he was ignoring me anyway, I didn't know if he'd pick up or respond, so I posted on facebook that I was going with her (twice, which gave him plenty of opportunity to see it). I decided to warn him because he generally gets very depressed or upset whenever he sees her, so I figured he probably wouldn't go if she was there.
Guess we saw the minute we walked in? You guessed it. He decided to show up anyway. I was inwardly freaking out, but I figured I should just act like myself. What would I normally do if she (or he) weren't there? I would wind up topless, socializing, and dancing. So that's exactly what I did. Drew took my shirt off. I danced with DJ's ex and Drew (and others joined in) and he ended up having a meltdown. This meltdown includes unfriending me on facebook the next day, which was very upsetting. Despite my insistence on trying to talk or meet up or anything, he won't respond to anything. Texts, facebook messages, whatever.
I've spoken to many friends about it. Especially friends who know both of us and saw a lot of us when we hung out together, and the basic idea is that I have been used. I bought him tons of things (gifts, food, his way into events, etc.) and did everything for him. And still would, without a second thought. But the minute my money was gone was when he basically stopped being as nice to me as he was. My self esteem pretty much ceases to exist whenever I'm around him. I always feel like I'm doing something wrong, even if I'm not. For awhile now, I've been unable to trust him. He's pretty much the first person I've trusted to the extent in which I did trust him (physically and emotionally), and after awhile, I no longer felt like I could tell him anything anymore. If I trusted him with that much before and end up getting fucked over constantly, why wouldn't it just happen again. My friends also hope this new girl he's hanging out with is ignorant; she has a car and money, and after he gets bored with her, he's gonna throw her away, as he's appeared to have done with me (and others, because I am soooo not the only one; I've seen them come and go; or rather, come and end up getting hurt o.O). Even though I don't really like her much in general (I tend to not like people who tell lies and talk shit about me, sorry) I don't think anyone should get used like that. And as much as it kills me to admit it, I am starting to believe my friends are right. I have been used. They believe he'll come crawling back when he needs something. I'd like to talk to him; he's very childish in not talking to me. It's like a child when they do something wrong, and won't admit it. They just stand there with their jaw clenched and refuse to speak. It feels like I'm dealing with that, but on a more extreme and hurtful level.
I don't really know what to think. I'd like for him to come back, to talk to me, but not if he needs something. I'dlike him to prove them doubly wrong and come back because he actually wishes to, not because he wants something. And it would prove that I was not used. But I don't really know what to believe anymore. Blegh. >.<
So there is my rant. Tonight, I'm going out with friends. I've pretty much been going out on a daily basis with people. If I don't, I wind up just sitting here in my room tinking aout this, and only this. Blaming myself. When I shouldn't be to blame for anything. I should be entitled to be friends with whoever I want without having to feel guilty. But thankfully I have friends who make me feel better, even if it's just for a little while. :]
But after that, I went to DJ's house to drop off some of his clothes. Despite the fact that I love him and he is (or was, I don' even know anymore) my best friend, he still refuses to talk to me or see me, which is very frustrating and very immature. I ended up giving the clothes and whatnot to David, who said DJ didn't send him out there, but I have my doubts.
In case you're wondering about what's going on between me and him, he basically told me I needed somewhere else to go (despite having nowehre else to go) because I was causing too much drama. I am apparently going around talking about our relationship (or lack thereof, rather) to random girls I don't even know, or quite frankly, like. So yes, it's pretty much what it sounds like. He believed some girl over me. Yeah. Insulting? Yes. Hurtful? Like hell. I ended up back at my parents' house, which I assure you, is the very last place I wish to be. But where else am I going to go? Yeah. Ask DJ. Pfft.
Then I went over to his house last week to drop off some stuff I'd gotten his sister, and he completely ignored me, and would not even acknowledge my existence. So yeah, good job on being mature there, mate. But I seem to have further complicated matters (which I only blame myself for because I really don't want to place any blame on him) by simply going to the club (Spectrum) with his ex girlfriend (who I've recently become friends with). I would have called or texted him, but since he was ignoring me anyway, I didn't know if he'd pick up or respond, so I posted on facebook that I was going with her (twice, which gave him plenty of opportunity to see it). I decided to warn him because he generally gets very depressed or upset whenever he sees her, so I figured he probably wouldn't go if she was there.
Guess we saw the minute we walked in? You guessed it. He decided to show up anyway. I was inwardly freaking out, but I figured I should just act like myself. What would I normally do if she (or he) weren't there? I would wind up topless, socializing, and dancing. So that's exactly what I did. Drew took my shirt off. I danced with DJ's ex and Drew (and others joined in) and he ended up having a meltdown. This meltdown includes unfriending me on facebook the next day, which was very upsetting. Despite my insistence on trying to talk or meet up or anything, he won't respond to anything. Texts, facebook messages, whatever.
I've spoken to many friends about it. Especially friends who know both of us and saw a lot of us when we hung out together, and the basic idea is that I have been used. I bought him tons of things (gifts, food, his way into events, etc.) and did everything for him. And still would, without a second thought. But the minute my money was gone was when he basically stopped being as nice to me as he was. My self esteem pretty much ceases to exist whenever I'm around him. I always feel like I'm doing something wrong, even if I'm not. For awhile now, I've been unable to trust him. He's pretty much the first person I've trusted to the extent in which I did trust him (physically and emotionally), and after awhile, I no longer felt like I could tell him anything anymore. If I trusted him with that much before and end up getting fucked over constantly, why wouldn't it just happen again. My friends also hope this new girl he's hanging out with is ignorant; she has a car and money, and after he gets bored with her, he's gonna throw her away, as he's appeared to have done with me (and others, because I am soooo not the only one; I've seen them come and go; or rather, come and end up getting hurt o.O). Even though I don't really like her much in general (I tend to not like people who tell lies and talk shit about me, sorry) I don't think anyone should get used like that. And as much as it kills me to admit it, I am starting to believe my friends are right. I have been used. They believe he'll come crawling back when he needs something. I'd like to talk to him; he's very childish in not talking to me. It's like a child when they do something wrong, and won't admit it. They just stand there with their jaw clenched and refuse to speak. It feels like I'm dealing with that, but on a more extreme and hurtful level.
I don't really know what to think. I'd like for him to come back, to talk to me, but not if he needs something. I'dlike him to prove them doubly wrong and come back because he actually wishes to, not because he wants something. And it would prove that I was not used. But I don't really know what to believe anymore. Blegh. >.<
So there is my rant. Tonight, I'm going out with friends. I've pretty much been going out on a daily basis with people. If I don't, I wind up just sitting here in my room tinking aout this, and only this. Blaming myself. When I shouldn't be to blame for anything. I should be entitled to be friends with whoever I want without having to feel guilty. But thankfully I have friends who make me feel better, even if it's just for a little while. :]
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
So I finally dyed my hair....AND cut it! :D
So I got my friend DJ to cut my hair for me. He just finished registering at Paul Mitchell: The School, Memphis, plus he usually cuts his own hair and does pretty well, so I figured why not let him try mine? I had a picture of the cut I wanted and all, so not a big deal, right?
BIG MISTAKE. He "butchered" my hair (that was the term used by a few of my friends to describe it) and I didn't notice at first because he'd styled it to where it was very adorable. But when I woke up the next day and showered...Yeeeah.
BIG MISTAKE. He "butchered" my hair (that was the term used by a few of my friends to describe it) and I didn't notice at first because he'd styled it to where it was very adorable. But when I woke up the next day and showered...Yeeeah.
So he ended up giving me the boot from his home (don't even get me started on that shit) and that day, I cut it myself, and went to Walgreens a few days later and bought red hair dye for it. While I was initially displeased with the cut I had given myself, once dyed bright red, it ended up looking quite good. I get compliments wherever I go, and I am very pleased with it. My friend Erica can't ever seem to stop running her hands through it, haha. ^_^
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