Fuck redneck white people.

Congratulations, Vanillas, you ruined my day again.

So my day started out well. I spent the night at Kace's house, then got a (delicious) sweet tea from Mickey D's (the only thing I'll consume of theirs is beverages) and went home. Went with my friend Brandon to Plato's to sell some shit, then went with him, John, and John's roommate Jeremy to Stevi B's Pizza (I popped Brandon's cherry, in that respect) then got my money from Plato's and went to Hastings. Plato's bought three items (all leopard print, ironically) for ten bucks.


Then we went to several Wal-Marts just for the hell of it, including the Collierville one, where we ran into Lee. I also went to Super Target and got a GLORIOUS pair of zebra striped leggings.


Then we went to iHop and white people fucked it up.


There was a large group of people in the parking lot when we arrived at iHop, being very loud and obnoxious. We go in and wait to be seated. As we're going in, a waitress is going out, with a very long check in her hand, looking rather angry. Turns out that group of people had skipped out on an $81 check.

She came back in a couple minutes later, pissed. Then we were seated and the group of people came back in, treating the waiters and manager like shit and just being complete and utter douchers in general. Then I think they may have paid some of it? Maybe? I'm not sure, but they shit talked the waitress and food (while standing there chowing down on some of it they had left in take-home boxes) and eventually walked out.

But at the same time, a group of (very) preppy white people came in and wee seated. The entire time they sat there, they also sit talked iHop and were like, "Whose idea was it to come to this place?" "Not mine!"

I was ready to throw my broccoli at them. @_@

Then they walked out without paying for their drinks. I was quite pissed, as was Brandon. He looked very very irritated.

When we drove off, I yelled, "Fuck you!" Then Brandon and I drove back around and past them (if you know the iHop parking lot by Wolfchase, you'd understand how we drove back around) and yelled a succession of "Fuck you!," "Whore!," "Sluts! Redneck asswipes!" and all kinds of shit. When one woman yelled back , "Fuck you too!" I yelled, "No thanks, I don't want syphilis!"

I should have thrown a Twilight book while I was at it too, but didn't think to. What kind of douchey ass person goes and does a business like that? Seriously?

And that iHop is one of my favorite restaurants, period. So fuck those people.

Anyway. Today I am going to go to Grand Pacific. Then I'm going to see Cowboys vs. Aliens with my steampunk group. Awesomeness.

So last night.

I was going through my pictures last night and all the ones DJ had tagged me in said, "from Photos by Facebook User." I went to his profile and couldn't. He had blocked me. I didn't know why. I asked David what I did, and he was like, "I'm not getting involved with either side." Good job, David. Way to show initiative. *sarcasm*

I too have usually not taken sides in things but there comes a point where someone is wrong and someone is right and you should take a side.

Today I was at the bookstore with Domonique and her sister. And I'm reading The Red Queen by Philippa Gregory when I notice my phone was going off. And I recognized the ringtone. It was DJ. I answered it, even though I was terrified. I didn't know whether he actually wanted to talk or yell at me for something or what (I'd messaged him on facebook a couple weeks ago saying if he wanted to, he could yell at me and get his frustration out, I really didn't care). He said, "Jess, I'm calling to inform you that-"

And my phone cuts off. o.O


So I text Cole to come to the bookstore cause I really didn't want to call DJ back and talk to him alone. I've been too scared to be around him alone anyway, let alone talk to him.

But I called him back when Cole got there. He said, "I am calling to inform you if you don't stop stalking me or slandering my name or spreading lies about me, I will get a restraining order and take legal action. Stop texting and calling me; delete me from your phone." I asked him who'd told him I was slandering him and he was like, "This is not a conversation. This is a warning."

It's so childish of him to say that. The only reason he won't actually talk to me like an adult is because he isn't one. Talking to me would me far too mature. Getting a protective order makes things easier for him. He's taking the easy way out, as he always has. What hurts me if that his mom is most likely helping him do this. And I thought it was bad when she and Desirie had deleted me from facebook. If it weren't for her letting him get away with things like this, he'd probably be at least a little more mature.

He wants as a "warning" to scare me into not going where he'll be. I have every right to go to group events I am invited to such as conventions and anime events and whatnot. He will not deter me from doing this. Nor will he deter me from posting blogs. Everything I say on these blogs is completely true; I don't lie, there's never been a reason to.


But I am terrified. I am insulted. And I am very very hurt. I have never had anybody betray orgo out of their way to hurt me me in such a way or treat me like this. And he is one of the last people I expected it from. I'd never have done anything like that to him. And I certainly don't deserve to be treated in such a way.

But anyway. Basically, life sucks and decided to say, "Fuck you," once again. Good night, sleep tight, everyone. And don't let the bed bugs put their foot in your ass. (That 70's Show quote ftw xP)

Good dinner at sekisui last night.

Sekisui and apple hookah at Oasis. That sums up yesterday.

Today was the hairshow I helped Rikka out with at Vaterott College. I modelled as the Red Queen from Alice In Wonderland. It was wonderful.

Grrr arggh.

My day was fucking awesome.

I went to Vaterott College to start on stuff for the hairshow. We did a runthrough of what we're doing on the runway and Nate had his wig made by the amazing Rikka. Tomorrow, I'm getting my hair re-dyed. Annd Saturday is the actual show. There'll be modelling scouts there and everything (super excited for that) and it should all be a good day, all in all.

And then I went to 6 Wal-Marts. Got a Glee tank top, a yellow tank top to match a hippie skirt I have, a "Talk Nerdy To Me" t-shirt, a pair of zebra striped shorts, a pair of pink leopard print shorts, and a pair of rainbow leopard print pajama shorts. Luckily at the one in Collierville, I did not run into Lee. He was being a total creeper that past couple times I've seen him and I am not in the mood for any guys right now, period.

So that sums up my day...Good night, folks. :)

Cheezkehk.

So yesterday I went to my cuddle bear's, Chris Woodson's, house for cheesecake and anime.


Cheecake and anime turned into cheesecake, chocolate cake (courtesy of ME!), and 90's cartoons. It was the econd episode of Hey! Arnold I had ever seen. DJ was there, but he didn't speak to me of course. Trevino then decided it would be a good idea to attack me again (with tickles, as per usual) even though I hate being tickled. >.>

And we all left the house to go to the MOOGLE meeting. I had spinach and pepperoni pizza, cheese, and regular pepperoni. John Jones was annoying, as per usual. Turns out Lillia is (or was) dating Christian Hernandez. And there were tons of new people at MOOGLE who heard of it at ABC, which makes me happy! ^_^

We were supposed to have elections but the room we usually occupy at Garibaldi's was taken over by a kid's birthday party. So we decided to wait until next month.

Then we went back to Chris's house (after stopping by Kroger to get more cheesecake ^_^) and started to watch As Told By Ginger because I'd never seen it (and I ended up LOVING IT) - and I cuddled with Chris the entire episode :3.

Chris Holmes decided to go out and get drinks for people. I told him to get DJ Mountain Dew: LiveWire, if he could find it, cause that's his favorite. After DJ woke up (he took a nap on Chris's bed), I gave it to him. Told him Chris bought it. And he freaked out cause it was LiveWire. I was like, "See, Chris? Total freak out!" When DJ was coming back upstairs after getting food and I was going downstairs, he actually said, "Thank you." to me. Which was weird.

But the night ended amazingly. I had to get home early to getup for a dentist appointment this morning. I missed it because I woke up with chest pains again, which took an hour and a half to go away after I took my pain pill. So I said, "Fuck the dentist! I'm sleeping." Which I did. I oke up and went to Cole's house to watch Repo! The Genetic Opera and then came back home.


Tomorrow I'm going to Vaterott College to start doing stuff for the hairshow my friend Rikka is doing for cosmetology class. It's a J-fashion Alice in Wonderland and should be amazing. :)

Hello Kitty Pajamas?

So I went to Animal Kingdom at Spectrum last night with Degan and Kalissa. Supah fun.

I came home and went to bed, then had a dream that Eric Vickrey showed up at the mall wearing pink Hello Kitty pajamas. Specifically, the fuzzy pink booty short pajama bottoms I have. Why was he in my dream? WHO CARES! The question is, why was he wearing Hello Kitty pajamas? I remember in the dream we had a very VERY serious discussion about the Hello Kitty night gowns we had. o_O It was weird as hell.

But right now I am baking a quadruple chocolate fudge cake for Chris Woodson's anime get-together today. This makes me happy. I had originally bought the cake ingredients for DJ, as I was gonna bake him a cake in celebration of A) Him moving to his new house. And B) Getting into Paul Mitchell. Paul Mitchell fell through unfortunately and he discontinued his friendship with me right as he was moving.

Creepers....still be fuggin' creepin!

neverending creeping.

My life at this point is a clusterfuck of creepers.

So I apparently need to tone down my awesome, because the more I've been acting like myself again (which I couldn't do on either my anti-depressants or when I was friends with DJ) the more guys are wanting to get up on this. And I am not in the mood nor do I have the inclination to be with anyone right now.

Hugh Moses. You are a skinny black nerd with glasses. You're constantly hitting on girls who are out of your league. You're 17 (and it shows, my dear) and maybe if you weren't so immature, you could actually get a girl. But we can snse whiny bitchiness. So grow up nd you'll get a girl.

Basically, I posted a status about how kissing girls is fun, especially when they don't expect it. He says, "Why don't you ever kiss me? I wouldn't expect it." And since he kind of annoys me anyway, I decided to put the little creeper in his place. "Because you are neither an attractive girl or an attractive guy." And he's like, "I'm gonna tell Chris (my cuddle bear, like a little brother to me) and he'll be shocked." Then he goes, "I get told by hot girls all the time that I'm attratcive, why should I care if you're not one of them?" I'm like, "Dude, why would Chris care that I don't find you attractive?" Then after he never responded I realized he deleted me.

So I message him privately. I said, -Really, Hugh? You deleted me? For being honest? That's one of the unattractive things about you is your childishness like that. "Oh, a girl turned me down, so I'm gonna go tell tell people she's a bitch now." Yes. Mature. That's totally what girls want in a guy.-

Jesus, people, did you ever wonder that maybe you need to work on yourself in order to find somebody? Christ.

First of all, I'm sick of guys being dicks. I put up with it for months from one guy. Now I'm putting up with it from multiple people. And at the same time, I have guys being creepers too. And it's all just getting old.

But you know what's awesome? Now 3 and a half weeks without my anti-depressants and I'm happier now than I have been in like, the past year. ^_^ Woot.

Also, got a shirt from walmart today that has a dinosaur and it says, "I'm rawrsome." Just letting you know, I'm awesome. So fuuuck you haters. Peace out.

You look so dumb right now.

Anime Blues Con!

It was fucking amazing. I worked my ass off, patrolling for security all day Friday. I clocked out to do the fashion show for Rose, but was on my feet otherwise. In heels of all things, on top of that.

But anyway. There was drama as well, as always. Kalissa and I roomed with Drew. Drew has been trying to get in her pants for ages, despite both of them dating someone. She had already expressed her disniterest to me and others in sleeping with him. Destiny also found out he'd been dating a girl named Amber at the same time as Erika. I'd suspected he was dating them both at once, and my suspicions were confirmed. Which sucks because Erika's a very sweet and amazing person. She's been cheated on in the past and actually thinks she's found a "good one." It saddens me. And irritates me.

Also - MAKE SURE SOMEONE IS ASLEEP BEFORE BEGINNING TO DO STUFF IN THE BED WITH SOMEONE. Dx

That is all.

Anyhoodle. Apparently DJ was creeping. I didn't even notice till people pointed it out to me. Stared and me and followed apparently. And filmed me and Degan at the rave. Circled around several times doing so. Kind ridiculous. If he wants to talk to me (or her, for that matter). all he has to do is say hello or whatever. I gave him ample opporunity to see me at the con; I texted him and told him so. No response. Oh well.

The fashion show was amazing. So much Lolita dresses and steampunk clothing. As well as my rave clothing. An amazing assortment of styles was presented and I felt we did really well.

The cosplay-off. (also known as one of the most awkward moments ever)

The cosplay-off was fun. Free condoms were thrown and whatnot, of course, as the cosplayers stripped. Nate stripped. It was the most horrfyingly skinny thing I had ever seen. Then my creeper Brad Turrin decided to strip....all the way. His boxers ended up around his knees, and he claimed it was a "wardrobe malfunction." Fucking bullshit. I didn't go to see a pasty white boy who doesn't trim his pubic hairs strip down to his nuddy-parts (yes British slang ftw). I was very mad andmaintain he should have been kicked out of the convention for that. And not allowed to come next year. Just because only 18-year-olds were allowed in that event doesn't mean a thing. Parents were in there, and they may not want to let their younger children back to a con where white creepers strip down to nothing. I wouldn't if I were a parent.

And then Saturday went splendidly. Kalissa and I were going to take a break and go swimming with Trevino and his girlfriend - and then a girl named Samantha Morrisson went missing. A 14-year-old. Turns out there was a pic of her with my friend Cole, so I called him. Apparently her mom decided it was a good idea to drop her daughter off at a con at a hotel for hours WITHOUT A CELL PHONE. Fucking white people. Fuck my life and my ethnicity. *shakes head*

She turned out to be at Wendy's, thankfully. Then Kalissa and I went swimming with Trevino and Charity finally. Then we went to the rave....which sucked ASS. The music was awful. The room was far too big. Plus DJ creepin' around with his camera was rather off-putting, so I left early.

I ran into Carmin and Jenna, too. Which was awesome. Also totally raped Degan's boyfriend with a glowy blue glowstick that was phallic shaped. Yay for buttrape.

DREW'S ROOM PARTY.

Stripper poles, alcoholic whipped cream, band members, lap dances, and a whip. Need I say more? John Vaughn (the most fucking awesome black guy EVAR) was whipped until he bled. And loved every minute of it. I was shirtless (of course) and Eric Vickrey tried to whip me. I wasn't in the mood that night. Maybe next time, Vickrey. xP

Degan's boyfriend Ty and I were the only sober ones who ended up in the room. Drew passed out immediately (he basically had to be carried back to the room anyway) and Kalissa folloed soon after. Creepy shit happened in the bed that night that I'm not going to go into. My subconsciousness actually incorprated it into a dream I had last night though. It was THAT BAD. Dx

Sunday I woke up half-dead from exhaustion. It was like 9:40 and I remembered we had to clear out of the room by 11. So I rushed and did so. My aunt and uncle came and picked up some of my stuff, then I passed out in the lobby for the remainder of the time that morning. I was awoken with a creepy feeling I was being watched. I was. Degan's stalker, for one, was on me like a hawk (no doubt hoping she'd show up sometime soon) and then of course I was having pictures of me taken while I slept. Not creepy or desperate at all.



And there was a group made for people who worked hard on the con this year. Someone actually said, "Why is Jess L.P. Knight in this group? She didn't work, she was just a regular con-goer." Not assholey at all. Nor the rudeness later when I was talking abut the whip (which Drew lost! :\) on the same chat. Keep up the good work of being a dick, people. It must be contagious at this point.

I also wrote a poem last night for the first time in like a year. I've decided to finish writing my "Damian Thy Vampire" story. Will I let DJ read it? Hell no. As soon as he mans up and talks to me, then he can read the story based on him. Nigga.

Anyhoodle. Three days after the con, and I am still exhausted. Just saying.

Annnnd I need to get out to Vaterott College sometime this week for Rikka's photoshoot. Alice in Wonderland photoshoot. Got to find a ride or convince my grandma to drive me out there.

For now, that's all, folks!

Blog vomit!

Oh my god, it's been awhile since I posted. Been super busy. Sorry!

Spent the night at Kalissa's house after going shopping. We bought matching clubbing shirts and underwear and I am happy. We went to the ABC meeting the next day and Rose asked me to do the fashion show at ABC and I got clothes and stuff together for that. And I am supah excited about it.

Ok. 4th of July. best. day. ever.

So the party was to be held in Moscow, TN. It was a clockwork mechanilist party (the steampunk group I'm part of). It was at Lee Yager's house. Amanda Lee, Joseph St. John, John Pomfret, Brandon Settles, Michael Elam, Adam Scott, Geoff Harris, Shorty, Matt and Lauren, Tom and his girlfriend, and Lee's sister Gina attended. We had a little photoshoot and stuff. Grilled steaks, corn, burgers, and hot dogs (ewwww) and blew sit up. Though there should definitely have been more fireworks (and better ones at that) because these were like two years old and sucked. It left me unsatisfied both sexually and pyromaniacally. :/

Then I decided to take my shirt off. Then my bra off. Then my pants. Then my panties. And by the end of the night had done a completely nude photoshoot (which isn't the first time, I've done nudes before, actually professionally) and had the satisfaction and comfort of being naked. Ah, good times. :]

I ended up getting on Lee's little buggy and riding around the fucking country in the middle of the night. Bats and bugs were seen. The next morning, when we rode again, I saw bunny rabbits! ^_^


The next day, we went to Animax and I paid for the Anime Blues Con finally. Went to Hastings and got two new hats (a kitty hat and a dinosaur hat)! ^_^ And today I'm going back to get a Ninja Turtles bag so I can have a whole ninja turtles outfit for the con. Woot!

That's all for now, folks. Can't wait for this weekend! :D

Every moment, as long as you're mine, I'll wake up my body....

I went to MAGY [Memphis Area Gay Youth] tonight for the first time since I was fourteen. It was very enjoyable. I went with Cole and Imani. I ended up reconnecting with Seth Carson and Caroline Lutey, and ended up meeting a super sexy gay black guy named Antonio who is dancer and choreographer. I also met Emerson, a tranny who's going to go to Overton next year! I also met an Asian guy Scott who I'm gonna start going to karaoke with (the place he goes to has showtunes!!!! <33333) and an adorably awkward gay guy named Noah who looooves him some big black guys! xD I ended up having a great time, despite being disappointed about not being able to go to Spectrum's Foam Party tonight.

Tomorrow, I am hanging out with Kalissa. We are going shopping for panties (she needs cute ones for Anime Blues Con ;P) and I'm most likely spending the night at her house too. I'm not going to Spectrum; I don't have the money or the motivation.

But yeah. Oh, and my mp3 player can suck my dick. Deleted half my songs. I download new ones ad it won't even play them (and it'll download three copies. What the fuck for?!) Yes. Piece of shit. I need a new one. Meh.