I just happened to take a HUGE shopping trip at the outlet.  Well, it was supposed to be a 2 shirt return trip, but knowing me, I turned it into a spree.  And since I was super excited to get some knee high socks, guess what I did?!?!  Don’t look down.  You did it anyway, didn’t you?  Well, I wore them the very next day.  And sneak peek.  The day after that.  A clean pair of course.  Gosh, stop jumping to such terrible conclusions.

Coat: J. Crew//Shirt: Old//Skirt: Old// Socks: Gap//Shoes: T.J. Maxx//Ring: H&M

I was inspired enough to take my sister to the playground, just to give you guys a different background.  But tomorrow the high is in the 60s, so don’t expect much from me.  I happen to be one of those people who wants the cold weather to come for the clothes, but then hates actually being cold.

More people looked at me like I was crazy today.  For some reason not wearing Pink, and yoga pants, and UGGs, is like a fashion crisis in my school.  But I actually think I am the savior, considering what some people wear.  Just saying…  One of my iffy friends (you know the one that said something about you, but you pretend it didn’t happen so you have someone in class to talk to… awkwardly) kept looking at my shoes, and my socks, and then at me, and I acted oblivious to the whole thing.  Because it’s funny.  Not because I’m mean, but because someone is pretty much judging my clothes, right in front of me, which is stupid, so I think I should get to play stupid.

Oh, and some boy who happens to be like 5 inches taller than me who I’ve known for 2 years, but didn’t talk to at all last year, happens to care if I like him or now now?!?!  All because I didn’t let him borrow my phone to see what textbooks he needed, because I didn’t have it.  I hate 7th grade.  Seriously, what is this whole dating thing?!?!

The conversation went something like this: (he was sort of talking to another person at their locker, but sort of indirectly talking to me)

Guy: Nyah… Can I borrow your phone?

Me: (I don’t have it) *silence* (I don’t talk a lot despite how much I write, so this is normal)

Guy: (to friend) I don’t think she likes me.

Me: I don’t dislike many people.  (supposed to be mysterious and get me out of this conversation so I can go eat lunch).

Guy:  But I’m one of them?

Me: No. (*walks away hungrily)

But it’s fun to stand out, and get people’s attention. I don’t know, because I can laugh about people’s reactions later.  But I am totally a feminist in this whole clothes thing, honestly, the last thing on my mind when I get dressed is some tall blonde boy with “dreamy eyes.”  Yeah, I know the stereotypes, I do like to read.

That was a lot more than I was hoping to write, and rant.

Listen to-Katy Perry, This is How We Do