It's time for you to choose the bullet or the chapstick and you are far too cute or whatever he said
Another real update at the request of Andrea. After school on Friday I skipped Academic Team (which I am hopefully QUITTING, DAMNIT) because I had an appointment with the optometrist. I'm getting new glasses and hopefully I'll be able to see again. While we were in Brooksville my mother and I went to Patricia's Boutique to look for a prom dresses. Our intention was merely to look around and check some prices but I wound up trying on several dresses and a few were from the booklet they'd sent out. I wanted to try on this yellow one that's impossible to see but they didn't have it:
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The first one I tried on was red and perfect and just amazing but apparently it was made for people with cleavage so it didn't quite fit. It's not in the happylittlebook so I have no picture.
But! I really liked this blue one so I tried it on and it fit and I was happy. But it's also really expensive so I tried finding cheaper ones. Patricia's is not cheap. Buuut I kept trying on dresses.
I tried on a yellow one that was similar to this pink one (except much prettier) and I liked it a lot:
I tried on a few more that I didn't really like and then left. We were going to back, but I feel like spending $300-400 for a dress is pretty much the equivalent of being raped, no matter how pretty they are. And at Patricia's they do this thing where, instead of just taking the dresses inside the dressing room with you, the person helping you hands them to you one at a time. Then she zips you up, fixes it (I needed a lot of help; I managed to put two dresses on wrong) and then you walk out, with fancy shoes and all. There's a sort of platform in the center of the room and they make you stand on it, surrounded by a thousand mirrors. THEN, to make things absolutely dramatic, they dim the lights and you stand there in all your promish glory while everyone sits there watching you. I cannot begin to describe how uncomfortable it was to have complete strangers telling me how I looked in some funky dress. Really weird.
Anyway, IN MORE IMPORTANT NEWS, I had my Duke interview yesterday. I had to go the lady's house in Tarpon Springs. I was so effing nervous that I almost threw up. But I didn't. So that was good. I guess overall it was alright. She was nice but she asked some weird questions, like if she asked six of my closest friends to describe me, what would they say. Stuff like that. I think I started to babble at some points but she seemed to like me and said she would recommend me to Duke. Of course, that really means nothing. She told me about a boy that she didn't think should be accepted, and he was. So wtf is the point of the interview? I have no idea. I have two more applications due today, NYU and Fordham. I'm finished but my NYU essays need some serious editing. After that, I'll be allll done. Unless I decided to apply for more colleges on a whim, but that doesn't seem likely. Have a good MLK day, everyone. I'll be spending tomorrow doing homework. Yuck.