prom worries

I borrowed the DVD set of The Rocky Horror Picture Show from Chrismattjack today, to my delight. I’ve never seen it before and have been wanting to watch it. I also have his copy of a newspaper from Honduras that his mother bought while visiting there. It’s from April 27th, so it’s pretty recent.

Candice, Jennifer, and I are going shopping tomorrow. We’re meeting at Jennifer’s house at about 11a. We’ll be back for Chauntel’s pedicure party at 2p. I don’t know yet who is driving.

Prom is the day after tomorrow. I’m nervous. I started hemming my dress yesterday night but I only got the front part done (it’s separated into front and back sections by the two slits). It didn’t take long at all but I’m worried about it not hanging straight or looking funny or being too short or still being too long or something not going as I would like it. I’m worried about my car breaking down. I’m worried about being a third or fifth wheel (I’ll be the single person with two couples). I’m worried about not enjoying myself. I’m worried about forgetting something I need, like my money or my shoes or the card that lets me get in free. I’m worried that people I don’t want to dance with will be the only ones who will ask me to dance. I’m worried that I won’t want to dance at all. I’m worried that nobody will ask me to dance. I’m worried my hair won’t turn out good. I’m worried my dress will be too tight or too uncomfortable. I’m worried my heels will break. I’m worried my shoes will give me blisters. I’m worried I’ll lose something. I’m worried I’ll forget to put on deodorant. I’m worried we won’t get a spot at a restaurant because three other proms are being held in the same town that night and none of the restaurants allow reservations to be made. I’m worried my dress will be damaged. I’m worried about having a car wreck. I’m worried about not being able to find a parking space. I’m worried about not finding the building in which our prom is held.

Basically, I’m a bundle of nerves about the whole affair. I’ve been swinging back and forth for the past few days about even going at all but I feel obligated to. I’ve told everyone I’m going, I’ve described my dress in detail to anyone who would listen, I borrowed the dress and shoes from my cousin in late 2003 and I’d feel bad if I have had it for that long of a time and am not going to use them, I’m Candice and Zack’s ride, it’s my senior prom so it’s the last chance ever to go to my own prom. Sigh. I just hope it goes reasonably well.