Ehe.
I got a prom dress! And shoes! And, okay, this is kind of weird but even though they're not super conventional prom-wear, I think they work. Because they represent WHO I AM IN MY SOUL.
Seriously, it's kind of awesome. The dress is this floor length, fairly simple affair with one flowing sleeve (because I'm cool like that) and it's kind of beautiful and also kind of like something an old woman at the Oscars would wear. Which is good, because I'm not all young and girly and flirty and cute. I'm old and stodgy and prudish and turtle-like.
The shoes are even more awesome in a way, mostly because when I look down at my feet they look like little brown Spartans waring silver-grey helmets. This amuses me to no end, and also makes me want to stomp my feet and shout "THIS IS SPAHTUH!"
In a perfect world, I would then kick someone into a pit of death with my badass five-inch heels.
Also, I'm proud of myself, because it turns out I've upped my tolerance for shopping! I used to wimp out after an hour or two (8th grade graduation dress) and this time I lasted five and a half hours with one coffee break. I also walked several miles in order to accomplish this. All in all, it was kind of an epic excursion.
Which is good, considering how much this next week is going to suck. No time for epic excursions when one has several tests, an awards ceremony, piano classes to teach, and WAY TOO MUCH HOMEWORK FOR SENIOR SPRING.
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SO many things about this post impress/inspire me. The fact that you were able to find such a cool dress. The fact that you know yourself better than most people in the whole world. The fact that your shoes are 5 inches high and you haven't ALREADY broken your ankles. PRETTY MUCH you are incredible and I can't wait to see you looking like an elegant old actress at the Oscars. You are GORGEOUS and also incredible. The fact that your heels can make you think of spartan helmets is also just an incredible thing about you. hearts and hugs and hugs and hearts. If only all of us could have had such eventful and productive weekends. Sigh
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