So last Friday, Pia and I were elected Student Body co-presidents, which is fantastic. It was quite pleasant to see our hard work pay off in the end. We also started conservatory! I'm quite pleased with my classes except to be completely honest, I sometimes tire of writing. I'm just at a point in my life where everything needs to be done quickly, efficiently, and in a method that's already been proven to work. There's really no room for creative writing in my life lately. I hate saying that since I know I can always make time, but I don't. I guess I'm scared that I won't be good enough and that whatever I write won't be like how I used to write in my, "prime" I guess I could say. I put it in quotations because that is a HIGHLY subjective use of the term.

This is also a reminder to myself to make a post about how absolutely and unnecessarily complicated and annoying boys can be and why they may be that way. All that aside, I don't really have much else of importance to say, so I'll fit in a quick rant before bed, I guess.

So today I wore my sister's dress. I sometimes borrow my sister's things or wear her hand-me-downs and whenever I do, I get complimented. Now, don't get me wrong, I acknowledge that my own outfits of choice are absolute crapfests of cotton and polyester. But it bothers me when people ask me what the occasion is in a way that makes me feel as if they think I wouldn't dream of taking the initiative to dress up every once in a while because I'm so obviously an unattractive, lazy-as-fuck person.

Mind you, this is all about how the question is being approached. If it's an honest question, then it won't bother me. It's when it becomes almost a sneer when it begins to bother me. So what if I look nice one day and so what if it seems out of the ordinary? I can do whatever the hell I want and wear whatever the hell I want to wear and shouldn't be questioned or looked down upon for it.

I understand I'm not the most girly person on the planet and I will never forgive myself for how dumb I'm about to sound, but I still like looking pretty, too. I still dress up at home and try my best to color coordinate and do things like that every now and then because I feel like it makes me special and gives me something to do when I'm bored and creative but don't have enough ambition to necessarily write a novel or create a lovely oil painting.

And maybe I just woke up feeling pretty and wanted to reflect that on the surface as well. What's it to you? Don't give me that sneer and ask why I look like a decent human being for a change. You have so many choices. You can tell me I look nice, ask sincerely if I have an event going on, or just walk away. Easy as that. There's no need for sarcastic quips about my appearances. It's unnecessary and chances are, I'll start distancing myself from you once I realize you have an unhealthy focus on my choice of clothing.