For the record, this was my first High School dance since I've entered high school, and I'm a Junior. I didn't go to any of my other school dances at all, prefering to spend that time at home, mostly because I wasn't really all that social and preffered to distance my life from things at school. However, this year I decided to try to socialize more and went to my school's Homecoming Dance with some of my friends. It was safe to say that they were shocked when I told them I was going and they were even more shocked to see me in a dress. It's pretty much safe to say that the first thing that they noticed when they saw me was that I was in a dress and the next thing they noticed was how big my chest looked in that dress.

NO! I didn't where some slutty get up, I'm not that type of girl. The dress went a little past my knees and it secured around my neck alright.

Anyways, the dance was fun but five minutes into dancing and already my hair was a frizzy mess. It sort of pissed me off that I had to endure a blow dryer and a hair straitener all for ten minutes of prettiness before it was all for naught. But my friend got a picture of me before the dance so at least my mom will have something to remember it. I'm trying to get the video that one of my friends recorded of my dancing. There is no way I want that around on the internet. The dance was only three hours long but it was still fun. Thankfully, I only had to wear my new high heels for a few minutes before taking them off to go dancing.

But all the preperation it took for Homecoming makes me uncertain whether to go again next year, after all that would me being forced to get a new dress, new shoes, and accessories. My family loves to play dress up with me. They would practically pay anything to see me dolled up instead of my usual preference of a t-shirt and jeans with old but comfy sneakers. What I chose to wear is none of their business though, I like my jeans and t-shirts, I see no reason why I should get up earlier than I do just look nice. What's the point anyway? I'm not going anywhere but school and that's not a reason to look nice. I go there for six to seven hours and wish that I wasn't surrounded by idiots all day long and that some of the teachers would shove all of their stupid homework up their asses.

Though, I loathe shopping it's nothing compared to my loathing of the whole getting ready process, I'm talking eyebrow plucking, make-up, getting dressed, hair, and last but not least the stupid picture taking ritual of parents who are more than happy to see their oldest daughter dress more feminine for once. I'll be sure to destroy all photographic proof of me in a dress for sure. I hate it when people make a big deal about it. That's why I don't do this sort of thing often.

Too much of a pain in my ass.