Dresses, Skirts, and Other Things That Relate to That Annoying Event Called Prom

I regret agreeing to going to Prom with Jiro. No, Jiro's not the problem. It wasn't even he who asked!

No, having a date is the problem.

Not only must I hunt for a dress (early, so he'll know color/style/blah blah blah), I must wear a dress because something different (i.e. 2 pieces, suit, dress shirt, etc etc) would be a little strange. Actually, only the suit would be weird. I would've managed separate top & bottom. Wearing formal pants with a dress shirt top would've been great. Now I'm bound to the norm. (sigh)

But I digress.

So now, after a whole day for rummaging TJMax, Ross, Marshalls, Nicole's, and practially all stores in Tanforan (located in San Bruno), I will look like a champagne-colored fish at Prom. Okay. Maybe that's exaggerating a bit, but that's really the best way to describe my dress. Not in a bad way, of course, seeing that Amy & I have been fish-themed all year. I don't really like it, but it's the best thing on me thus far.

This dress-shopping does bad things to my self-image, self-confidence, and other self-things that I might've lowered.

The good thing, though, is that I found a super-cute, camouflage/lace long skirt and a black lace shirt (not unlike the one Kat bought on Sat). I want to wear it sooooon~ X3 Haha, I think that trip on Saturday corrupted me into more of a girl.

Shopping with Mother is getting a bit tiresome. She was thinking about putting me in some old/happy nice girl/her generation things on me. Casualwear with her is fine, but there were some grating between us today. (Then there's the issue with jeans...trying to find NOT somewhat well-worn looking ones...(sigh))

Tired. Not used to using so much energy after getting 10+ hours of sleep every day since beginning of spring break. Should really pay Amy a visit because I need to.


■　 Gorgeous (inexpensive option not available) jackets and things!

■　 I love floofy

Yay! Neither Jiro nor I know about events surrounding Prom!

And I just realized I really can't shouldn't get more girly than this: I spent the whole post, after months of not really posting, talking about clothes. Oh dear.