Every time I walk out of a class, I feel like I’ve learned lesser. Frustrating!!!

I am having one of those moods. Bawled my eyes out while listening to 100 Years (Five for Fighting) and Breakaway (Kelly Clarkson). I know the lyrics aren’t anything close to depressing, but the music just moved me.

Wore miniskirt today. In the elevator with 7 or so people, classmate asked, “Why do you wear so nice today?”
Did you mean I normally don’t wear nice clothes? Or worse, as I knew for a fact that I didn’t look fantastic and yet you still asked such a question made me unbearably embarrassed what’s more with 7 pair of ears listening, I could almost smell their imaginary vomit. My answer was, “Well, being a girl, sometimes you just want to feel feminine, but thanks”

There are many questions that you shouldn’t ask people. One of my major peeves is when dumbasses ask me how much is the top/jeans/bag/shoes/etc I’m wearing. It’s as bad as asking one how much his or her salary. Back in high school, I had a jakun of a bitch who went as far as to flip the label of my top to check out the authenticit