You laugh at me because I'm different. I laugh at you because you're all the same.

~Jonathan Davis


We usually wear a uniform to school, but this afternoon I went to school not to attend a class, so I wore a navy blue Harajuku Lovers shirt and a pair of not-so-skinny jeans tucked into my Dr. Martens boots.

It's not even that out of the ordinary, yet people were obviously staring. And when I got to school, they stared AND commented.

I guess it's expected for a small city that the population thinks a pair of Dr. Martens boots are cowboy boots. Really lame, if you ask me. I don't really care, though, because they like it.

Then there's this girl who really seems to have a penchant for saying, well, bad things pertaining to me, to me. She offered me a comment that was obviously a backhanded compliment, judging by her tone and her facial expression. Please, girl, chances are that I've lived on this earth longer than you have, so don't think I don't know.

Also, for some odd reason, her backhanded compliment made me want to do something even more odd than a typical shirt-and-jeans-and-Dr. Martens ensemble. Maybe some time I should wear a huge flower on my head, or buy myself a bowler hat and wear it while in school. Or wear a brooch.

Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's kind of bad that I'm letting her affect me, but I don't think it's bad – it's making me think of how I'm supposed to get really creative and still stick to the uniform.

So, if you're reading this, keep your backhanded compliments coming. I feed on them.