Prance

PRANCE. WELL, WHAT CAN I SAY ABOUT PRANCE?!

To me, it was pretty stressful. I had to deal with the shipment of the wrong dress, worrying about the seamstress not making my dress on time, decorations, and the music.

UGH, if anything, I didn't really enjoy this year's Prance. I was in charge of the music, and I think that was sort of a disaster in my eyes. There were a couple songs that came on that I found to be a mistake to put on the list in the first place; one in particular: Dance (A*$). I guess, when you're  listening to it with friends, it's okay, but when it's being blasted in a tiny room with teenagers being watched by teachers, it gets pretty unacceptable. But COME ON, there isn't any popular music nowadays that doesn't have at least one bad word. It sucks! I personally wanted to put in some Beatles songs, but I know no one would dance to any of them. People would criticize me for having a bad taste in music, when in actuality, they have the bad taste. It really narks me off sometimes.

My makeup was a disaster too. I showed the makeup woman a picture of what I wanted my makeup to look like and she made it FREAKISHLY dark! I started to cry, and I couldn't just wipe it off because it would be an insult to her work. I hated it. I really did.

The after party didn't go as planned. We couldn't get into the room. Heck, we couldn't even get into the building!

The only great thing that came out of this year's Prance was my dress. It was the best one yet, and I know I'll be keeping it for a long, long time.