I feel cheap when wearing sale stuff

For example…
Coach purse bought at full price for $370
Coach purse bought on sale for $112
Which one do I wear more and feel more confident in? Ding ding ding hello wasted $258.
What is it with me? Its like I feel like a fraud parading around that sale purse as a “normal” Coach purse.
Interesting since… both are from last season, made by the same company, started out with the same price so… what is the missing link here?
Now I’m just feeling bad for the cheap purse. I should have left it. Maybe it would have been bought by someone who actually appreciated it.
I’m such a douchebag.
I’m sorry, purse.

Warning: This title is extremely irrelevant to the material of this post

I’m pretty much swamped with this shit called school and when I’m not, I’m trying to salvage whatever I have left of a social life.
I just got home from watching Transformers at friend’s place. I got there at 12:30 and finished at like 3:30. It’s a fucking three hour movie and it doesn’t even have the colourful song-song-and-dance routine with men gyrating and spinning across the screen that characteristically long Indian movies do (at least that shit gives me time to go take a smoke break). Nope, instead I have to watch two robots beat the shit (“lubricants”) out of each other (and Mr Robot/Yellow Camaro/Alien, I’m sorry but no matter how big and blue your eyes are, I don’t feel emotionally connected to you. You’re still just a heavy chunk of machinery. You’re not alive. I’m the one wasting my life. 3 hours? Seriously? That’s enough time for me to get laid… no ironic laughs? Kthanks)
Ughhh fuck my life. And especially fuck the fact that everytime I type fuck, my iPhone tries to turn it into fuch, tuck or duck.

Panic at the disco

There was this one time a yearish ago when this guy hit on me. Not like a thehotguy kind of flirtation, this was definitely him hitting on me.
I was sober (as usual) at a club (as usual) laughing at my friends who were drunk and being groped by men (as usual) and this guy approached me (not as usual but it does happen surprisingly frequently) and he was hot (this is the wtf part).
So he asked me if I wanted to dance and I said sure. He pulled me away from them and we started dancing.
And also when I say hot, I don’t mean thehotguy type of model hot, I mean a general kind of hot that any girl would think is hot. Thing is though, he wasn’t really my type- I prefer the Italiany dark talk and handsome guy and this one was- white and bald. But I could feel the muscles in his back. That was sexy.
We were talking, he asked me if I was the DD, I replied with the affirmative. I asked him if he was driving, he said he had DUI so his licence was suspended (what a winner). His breath smelled like stale beer. He was sweet and kind of controlling, the way he was just taking charge of me and I don’t know I guess I like that? But then I bailed.
I excused myself to go “check on my friends” and later on when I saw him coming up to me again, I immediately started rummaging in my purse and looking busy so he left. I later saw him exiting with this other girl who was kind of overweightish (guess he was a chubby chaser?). This has happened a few times since. When someone decent approaches me, I’ll tell them I have to leave or that I have a boyfriend. I used to think of was because I was used to rejecting weirdos that I would reject everyone but that’s not it.
What I find really interesting is how I panic. I reject and then look for them in the crowd. And every time, I pull the same shit.
I used to be so confident and for some reason it’s all gone to hell.
I used to be cool with everyone. Insecure about my weight, sure, but not insecure about myself. I wouldn’t have felt weird conversing with someone. I wonder when that changed.
And I still don’t understand what the hell I’m so afraid of.

The token “Hi, I’ve had a sucky weekend” post

Sooo… hi, I’ve had a sucky weekend.
I started it on Thursday with approximately 2hrs of sleep per 42 hours of awake time. I went clubbing that night, against my better judgement, and it was a bad plan considering I had an assignment due the next day and was recovering from an exam. I came home, starting working on the assignment, finally finished it, submitted it, tried to sleep. Couldn’t sleep.
I was supposed to go hang out at my friend’s house but she received some bad news so I decided I would stay at home and chill with the fam. Dad decided to have a freak out fest about the closet door. I threw around some stuff, jacked his credit card and an envelope full of cash… then, I bailed.
I went on my iPhone, booked myself a hotel room and call my bad-news friend. We went to the liquor store, proceeded on to the hotel room and started getting smashed. She called over these three guys who brought weed and we all got really drunk and really stoned. I slept for a few hours before we had to check out.
On Saturday, all my girlfriends ditched out on our girly valentine’s club night (I didn’t really give a shit at that point) so I stayed at home and had another fight with my dad.
This morning I remembered that I have two midterms tomorrow that I have to study for and that my dad refuses to pay for my trip back east this summer which means that I will have to dip into my reserves which at this point are… nil. I am unlikely to be able to handle a job with all my school and so basically, I am now screwed because I refuse to apologize.
The only thing that made me remotely happy was coming on here and reading all your comments on my last post. Thanks for that.
Well, that’s it then.