So I skinny dipped last night.

I skinny dipped last night with Clay, Lillia, Alexis, Brandon, Domonique, and Imani and it was hella fun.

Then we got Tacos and went back to Brandon's house (with the exception of Lillia and Clay, who I'm sure went to her house and made sweet monkey love). We watched some more of The Wallflower.


And then an inebriated Alexis cleaned Brandon's house. o_O


And I found out she greatly enjoys being bitten. ;D


I also found out I am completely capable of having orgasms. I also found out that "orgasm" DJ gave me wasn't an orgasm. At all.

Then today Plato's Closet screwed me over. Attention, black people: Plato's Closet is officially racist in my eyes and officially pisses me off.

I had Domo take my clothes in there to sell, and they didn't buy a single one, giving the lame excuse of wanting school clothes. You obviously don't cater to public school kids, and half the shit I had in the bag could be considered "uniform" by MCS standards.


And then we popped Domo's Yogurt Mountain cherry! :D

Nobody's gonna rain on my parade.

OMG HOOTERS.

*drool*

So I went to Mister Hats yesterday with Brandon and have decided to dress up as a female Indiana Jones for Halloween. That place is a place of  magic.

Then I went to Hooter's to reapply for the job. And the Hooter's girls were dressed as schoolgirls and were washing a truck. I held my Jess juices in somehow. I was about to die of happiness. I could live at that place.

Today, I woke up to thunder and rain. I've been wishing for rain all week. And it happens on the day I'm supposed to go swimming. Figures.

But I am still going to hang out today and if swimming doesn't happen I have a feeling we'll all do something fun. ^_^

Sprinklers.

Brandon and I found the most glorious sprinklers ever. They are in Cordova. They are secret. And they are amazing.


Tomorrow, I'm going to reapply at Hooter's and finally try their wings. I've never actually eaten there before.


Oh, and fellas, a word of advice. Don't try to break two people up. Unless you're actually serious about the person you want, don't do it. And even then, don't do it. If you two are meant to be together, it'll happen. However, when you're talking her/him out of a relationship, and at the same time, talking to and flirting with tons of other girls at the same time, that is an asshole move. And you are a dick.

And DJ, if you're reading this, don't. This blog is postedf or my friends, and since you don't want to be one of them, you can butt the fuck out, sir. And this blog does not pertain to you. I post about things that actually affect my life here, so don't get pissy because I'm "slandering your name."

That about sums up my life recently. Oh, I am off my anti-depressants two months now. Life is good. :)

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. :)