getting things off my chest.

Yesterday I felt like smacking a guy upside his head with my purse. You see my sister and I were walking down the hall in the rashid, and this guy goes, "Seriously cover your face." WTH, I mean seriously. At first obviously I was very angry about this, but then I see the group again, sometime later, and I recongized his voice, cause I hadn't actually seen him, and then I was like,"I'm not going to let someone who look's as fashionably odd as that, make me feel bad." And then I felt much better.