Don’t you hate it when you’re cranky one day, even though you’re usually not, and everyone automatically assumes you’re pmsing? It has nothing to do with if you are pmsing or not, but the fact that they come up and ask you? I’m sorry, but that bothers me to no end.
I also hate when people think they’re better than everyone else. That bothers me too. 
Oh, well. First full day of school was today. Not sure whether I liked it or not. Three out of my 8 classes are kinda noisy. But 3 out of the 8 don’t have many people in them. 
I hear ya, sister. It was worse when my brother was still living at home because I’d yell at him about something completely irrelevant, and he’d ask me if I was ‘on the rag’. Jerk.