Hopefully, Kat's look will come out well since I will be well armed with my army of q-tips. Last night's run went well and I think she is a little more excited now. She has try outs for a scholarship to the USC School of Music this morning and has been extremely nervous about everything. It is a lot to go through in one day, especially for a teenage girl. It is so hard having people judge you, especially when you have worked so hard and it is something you really care about. And then on top of it to be worried about prom too.
Me at the Halloween dance with my cousin as the middle school version of himself, my roommate as a pin up girl and Brent as Flava Flav.
I had a date this year which in girl world usually means better, however in Emily world it meant worse. My date was a friend with whom there was not type of romantic interest at all, but he asked me 3 months before prom and I said yes because until that moment I wasn't going but then thought, well why not. Well, I am about to give you many reasons why not.
First of all, it was an extremely busy time in my life being editor of the yearbook, an after school tutor, in the school play, and trying to keep my status as class valedictorian. Needless to say, finding a dress for a prom I did not really want to go to in the first place was the last thing on my mind. Unfortunately, my date apparently has this on his mind constantly judging by the number of times he asked me about it. He was a planner, I am an Oh, I'll worry about that later. Things went downhill from there. When it was three weeks until prom, he finally just ordered a white corsage which when very well with the teal dress I bought a week later. In my defense, I had found the perfect dress for a very good price a month before only to find out that my best friend had almost the exact same one so I was forced to return it.
The dress I wore was exactly what I wanted, but it looked atrocious on me.(Don't you hate when that happens? I hate worse when I do not realize it until I have already worn it.) I wore tights and this weird type of underwear that is supposed to be slimming but in the end only gave me about 5 different fat rolls at awkward places on my body. Really, it was THAT bad. I still have the pictures somewhere that I refuse to show anyone. I should probably burn them but I take them out sometimes as penance.
When I got them back the names on the outside were Ashlee and Billy. Ashlee was my date's name. I was Billy. I have a bad habit of connecting all the lines in my E so it looks like a B. They thought I was the boy because my date had an ambiguous name. Talk about adding insult to injury. One of Cory's nieces actually wanted everyone to start calling her Billy after watching the movie How to Eat Fried Worms (my favorite book in 3rd grade, although I never wanted to be Billy or eat fried worms for that matter.). Little does she know I have lived her dream.
When we got to the actual prom, it got worse if you can believe it. The trend in high school these days is for boys and girls to dance SUPER close to each other during fast dances and let me tell you, there was no way I was going to do that. So I spent half the time running away from my date every time he got close to me. I did dance with him a few times for slow dances but I was definitely glad when the ordeal was over. Looking back on it, I should have just told him how I felt about that type of dancing, but that was not me in those days. I preferred to run. In my yearbook my date wrote Dear Emily (evil prom date) followed by all the we should stay friends ect. Although we haven't because when I left high school, I didn't look back. With these types of memories, I consider that a good decision.
Thinking about my own prom brings back some slightly nightmarish memories. I attended both my proms in high school rather unwillingly. The first year I went because for some reason my class elected me to the prom committee and so after spending hours and hours working on everything I wasn't going to not show up. It actually ended up being a lot of fun because I went solo (in high school I was totally awkward and awaiting college where I would finally blossom into myself. I am still awkward, but I also think I blossomed.) It was a lot of fun just being silly with my friends and having everyone tell me I looked liked Cinderella. I have since worn that dress to two different YSA Halloween dances, once as Cinderella (2004) and the other as the tooth fairy(2007). As I think back on it, that prom was really not that nightmareish, especially compared with the next year.
Me at the Halloween dance with my cousin as the middle school version of himself, my roommate as a pin up girl and Brent as Flava Flav.I had a date this year which in girl world usually means better, however in Emily world it meant worse. My date was a friend with whom there was not type of romantic interest at all, but he asked me 3 months before prom and I said yes because until that moment I wasn't going but then thought, well why not. Well, I am about to give you many reasons why not.
First of all, it was an extremely busy time in my life being editor of the yearbook, an after school tutor, in the school play, and trying to keep my status as class valedictorian. Needless to say, finding a dress for a prom I did not really want to go to in the first place was the last thing on my mind. Unfortunately, my date apparently has this on his mind constantly judging by the number of times he asked me about it. He was a planner, I am an Oh, I'll worry about that later. Things went downhill from there. When it was three weeks until prom, he finally just ordered a white corsage which when very well with the teal dress I bought a week later. In my defense, I had found the perfect dress for a very good price a month before only to find out that my best friend had almost the exact same one so I was forced to return it.
The dress I wore was exactly what I wanted, but it looked atrocious on me.(Don't you hate when that happens? I hate worse when I do not realize it until I have already worn it.) I wore tights and this weird type of underwear that is supposed to be slimming but in the end only gave me about 5 different fat rolls at awkward places on my body. Really, it was THAT bad. I still have the pictures somewhere that I refuse to show anyone. I should probably burn them but I take them out sometimes as penance.
When I got them back the names on the outside were Ashlee and Billy. Ashlee was my date's name. I was Billy. I have a bad habit of connecting all the lines in my E so it looks like a B. They thought I was the boy because my date had an ambiguous name. Talk about adding insult to injury. One of Cory's nieces actually wanted everyone to start calling her Billy after watching the movie How to Eat Fried Worms (my favorite book in 3rd grade, although I never wanted to be Billy or eat fried worms for that matter.). Little does she know I have lived her dream.
When we got to the actual prom, it got worse if you can believe it. The trend in high school these days is for boys and girls to dance SUPER close to each other during fast dances and let me tell you, there was no way I was going to do that. So I spent half the time running away from my date every time he got close to me. I did dance with him a few times for slow dances but I was definitely glad when the ordeal was over. Looking back on it, I should have just told him how I felt about that type of dancing, but that was not me in those days. I preferred to run. In my yearbook my date wrote Dear Emily (evil prom date) followed by all the we should stay friends ect. Although we haven't because when I left high school, I didn't look back. With these types of memories, I consider that a good decision.
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I hear you and completely understand. As the only girl with four brothers I longed for a sister to play with and "glam" up with. Brothers are pretty cool too though, especially now that we're all grown. I wouldn't trade them for the world!
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