morning ramblings
I had a dream that I went to a volleyball game last night, but I didn't know anyone that was playing. I kept thinking (at the game) that it was weird that I was there because I'm not a big fan of volleyball, so why would I go if not to support someone. The things that prompt dreams are strange.
Work is sounding not so fun this morning, though it's formal day and I'm curious to see which consultants actually show up in old prom dresses. I don't have any up here or I might have considered it. I think one of the saddest things on earth are old prom dresses. They have their one night to shine and then they're stuffed into the back of a closet to live out their days with the mothballs. I still have mine from all 3 years I went. My freshman year I had an awful baby blue dress that I'd never be caught dead in again. Junior year's was white, but now it's verging on yellow. I tanned before hand, hoping I would bronze. Instead I looked like a tomato and the white dress accentuated it beautifully. I loved my dress senior year. It was midnight blue and my hair looked beautiful. It'd probably be too big for me now.
I guess it's a good thing they aren't up here. I'd have the choice to either look like a bride that smoked so much her dress turned yellow or have the annoyance of pulling up straps all day and adjusting the corset.
Work is sounding not so fun this morning, though it's formal day and I'm curious to see which consultants actually show up in old prom dresses. I don't have any up here or I might have considered it. I think one of the saddest things on earth are old prom dresses. They have their one night to shine and then they're stuffed into the back of a closet to live out their days with the mothballs. I still have mine from all 3 years I went. My freshman year I had an awful baby blue dress that I'd never be caught dead in again. Junior year's was white, but now it's verging on yellow. I tanned before hand, hoping I would bronze. Instead I looked like a tomato and the white dress accentuated it beautifully. I loved my dress senior year. It was midnight blue and my hair looked beautiful. It'd probably be too big for me now.
I guess it's a good thing they aren't up here. I'd have the choice to either look like a bride that smoked so much her dress turned yellow or have the annoyance of pulling up straps all day and adjusting the corset.