My Prom Dress ~ Prom Dress Guide for Prom Dresses 2009
Prom Dress Guide for Prom Dresses 2009: My Prom Dress

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

My Prom Dress

When I was small had a tendency to look at my clothes and mourn for some years. I do not know if this was the earlier, grim and powerful representation of the effect that the media are crucial in the minds of women about the undesirable aging, if it was something of childhood depression or another psychological problem was with regard to the fear of the unknown but well spent. Today when I look at my clothes before I was careless or that I remember I loved that it was a pole or fat or thin or small or large. I no longer cry, sometimes I feel some nostalgia for the days when you use a garment in particular and some other mean certain days off that I used.

For example my prom dress. The look of "poor" that I gave my hand to guide me to the prom to another table when I was almost on the verge of tears to see the rest of the table of girls sitting together in a bomb hallucinating and bathed in my food vodka and orange juice because at some point of unconsciousness poured everything they had on the table while I danced. I felt helpless women of the earth more and more disappointed and hated too who invented the production process of Absolut and tampico.

It was a very innocent girl and was already tired of the raids involved the promotion and celebration of the intervention of my friends. "Do not worry these holidays are the voice. You see, you're going to entertain," Even though I answered his words with a strange growl when I put the seat belt in the black van that drove me, in me appeared a spark of optimism. I decided to make a case Parejo, recover the good humor and desire to have a good time that it had the previous day. All this is erased when I saw Anahí Schultz, Sandra Fiorella Lanfranco Bolognesi and ramshackle of laughter in more worthy of a drunkard in old canteen ladies who encorsetadas, compared to a table bathed in fluid. The potato canastita had a new color and texture, the mushrooms were floating, the rice was decorated like a volcano lava surrounded by orange and then I sat down and began to eat. I even looked at me and said "no comma is horrible eating mine." We answer some tontera on the right to be there eating. Considered his plate, he saw that he was in the same or worse again and I said "just do not eat, go somewhere else." I looked at the dish again and I realized that, no matter how concerned, the mushroom floating in front would not be flushed orange juice alone. Agreed to go to another table and do not return to that all night.

I spent most of the rest of the night sitting in a chair at the side of a drunkard who was most noticeable on the left nipple but refused to cover it. My partner on the side and trying to cheer in time while talking to a hyperactive girl who was in another section of reputation quite friendly but lively group. Finally to my refusal to dance again asked me if I fastidiaría to dance with her. I told him no, that is no more. The only recollection of the night was fun talking to a very funny guy, even a friend of a group that tranquilazo had to dance in a typical women's circles. I do not remember that I talked about but I remember I had a formal way and to speak with a funny and his friends around him who were screwed.

Parejo I finally returned to my home with the bread because I did not want to go south as the middle of the prom. Thanked him and asked him apologize for the behavior of the insane in my table. I entered my house I took off the makeup and clothing that represented my expectations so high and their destruction colliding with reality. I missed sleeping.

When I look at my prom dress I laugh a little of what this day, even the dress I liked and I liked least by the incidents of the night. But today I would put it just seems to me that something ugly and out of style. When I recall the incidents of the night, which after all are there in my memory, I laugh a little and I am aware of just how much I am disappointed at the moment. I have my innocence and grace the way I refused to admit to myself that he was quite excited with the fiestecita.

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