Today was a most... satisfying day.

I woke up with a strange urge to shake things up. Yeah, I'm quite the troublemaker today. It was a strange sensation; and really, I succumbed to it. Quite easily.

So I went to school in. A. Skirt.

Dum dum dum.

Honestly, it wasn't that big a deal. But other people seemed to think so. My reasons were simple:
1) I didn't have to drive to school today=I don't have to shove my way onto the bus=my skirt wouldn't get caught in the pedal.
2) I have only one class today and the obnoxious, bint of a cow is not in that class.
3) I will be seeing very few people today, which means less ogling of shock at my sudden change in wardrobe.

The reactions I got were as follows:
My mother: Silent, shock. Stare, stare, stare. then normal reaction to my question of depositing money into my bank account.
My tutor: Oh, you look nice today! *large grin*
My ex-lecturer whom I like to bug: Aaaaaah! Aaaaah! Aaaaaaaah! *rabid pointing* You're wearing a skirt!
My current EAC lecturer: Oh my God! You're wearing a skirt! I've got to go out and buy a lottery ticket! (a much calmer sort of jovial surprise than my ex-lecturer, although I like them both a lot)
My Moral lecturer: hey, this is the first time I've seen you in a skirt.
Friend 1: Nice skirt.
Friend 2: Cute outfit.
Friend 3: Huh, are you wearing a skirt? (Three guesses who that one was, eh, Midget?)
Then, the lady at the dentist: Oh my God, when you walked in, I thought, that's not my patient. I really couldn't recognise you!

So... conclusion from all this? I've apparently gotten labelled as a grungy, little, pants-wearer.

Tomorrow, I go back to wearing the baggiest pair of pants I own as I gleefully rub it in several people's faces that they missed the sign of the Apocalypse.

P.S. It's a given. The day Midget wears a skirt, Ms. Y will go out to really buy a lottery ticket.