Tonight I was supposed to help out as the National Honor Society inducted its new members by getting there early to receive the baked goods the other old members brought.
I was supposed to get there at 5:45.
At 6:07, I sat bolt upright on my bed with a horrifying realization. I saw the clock, yelled some panicked things, threw on something in the span of about 5 seconds (we were supposed to dress "nicely"), and sprinted out the door, yanking on the locked car door handle while my poor father followed me, trying to calm me down.
It wasn't until I got there (and DIDN'T get in trouble, phew), that I looked down at myself and saw that I'd paired a black dress with brown tights.
Thank goodness I was already in the National Honor Society before I got here, or they'd have never let me in.
I wish I could have had an acceptable reason for being late. That I was busy studying for my AP U.S. History test, or baking brownies, or even walking my dog. But I wasn't. Know what I was doing?
Looking at prom dresses, for crying out loud.
I mean, really. Here I am in January, Google-imaging long swishy dresses. What is the matter with me?
Regardless of whether or not that purple one was practically perfect. It's not as if I'll have enough money for college after getting one of those ridiculously expensive ones. Who knows? Prom could be lame. I might not have a date. The music might be terrible. I might find out I'm the only one in my group of friends who is an awkward dancer.
So all this is to say that I've had dresses on my mind today, and I'd love to wear a really nice one.
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