I've been consumed with school dance fever since, like, the dawn of man. The swirly lights, Earth shaking beats, gourmet food, tailored pants and floaty skirts, bright lipstick and big hair. The hours of flossing, scrubbing, perfuming, dressing and all the nitty gritty that goes into being a slightly more than OK-looking teenage girl always excited me more than the actual event. I went to BlackUp (Paris) at Edgars to get my face piled on (and on, and on, and on) and I was so giddy the whole time. I think I almost broke someones nose squealing about how pretty my face looked. My skin was doing that thing I wanted, my lips were classy not trashy, I wasn't retaining more water than Amsterdam and, oh my god, my eyes!
I can't say I've been to many dances but I'm gonna remember this one forever. My friends all looked so pretty and everyone had a really good time. There were all this beautiful picture perfect moments that, of course, never get photographed but they're imprinted into my memory forever. God, the journal entries that will follow.
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We can also talk about the overweight, grey cat I'm gonna name Atticus one day or how you're feeling.