Prommin'

I went with my mom and one of my sisters today to buy a prom dress. We drove something like two hours away into the middle of small-town-nowhere, to this elaborate, exclusive dress shop that offers you drinks, and where people who know something about fashion tell you what you do and do not like. My mom is usually very against buying happiness, but I'm so not the oh-em-gee-let's-go-spend-a-zillion-dollars-on-a-hott-dress type, so she treated me to this one hurrah. I tried on about six dresses, and three of them were the most gorgeous things I've ever seen. The runner-up was coral-- my favorite color, as you'll notice if you ever watch a 5AG video shot in my room--and in the style of the wedding dress in my head. (I have my whole wedding absolutely ready. Just waiting to be cast. Ask me about it sometime when I have nothing else to blog about.) It was so, so pretty. But the guy who was helping me asked, "If the girl you hate most at your high school showed up in one of these dresses, which would make you more mad?" and the answer was the other dress, which won.

My prom dress is floor-length, poofy and lilac. The top half is tight and strapless with corset laces up the back, and it's covered with flashy, light-catching sequins. An obnoxious bow falls down the left side with the same sequins all over it. I didn't even want to try it on originally because it looked so stupid on the hanger, but it's just overstated and eye-catching enough to suit (get it?) my personality. I've never been excited for a dance like this. In fact, they usually lead to me closing my eyes and praying to go sleep on Seers's couch. But you know, I've never gone to a dance before looking like a cupcake covered in broken glass. Maybe I've discovered the key to Prom Success.

On an unrelated note, I really like blogging. I feel the very most like myself when I'm writing these posts. I don't have any obligation to entertain or appease anybody, because if they don't want to read it, no one's making them. I don't feel like I'm bragging or attention whoring, because everyone taking the time to read this has some sort of particular interest in seeing what I have to say. Like video blogging, but with fewer edits and without the importance put on appearance. It's cool.

In youtubely news, I've made more money this month from my blog than from my videos. I realize I haven't made any videos, but it's still pretty amusing. Walllofweird mocked my piano music outro in her VEDA video yesterday, filling my fluttering heart with cuteness. I think I'm participating in part in a video involving Hank (vlogbrothers) and Alan (fallofautumndistro). Other than that, I've got some plans, but no interest in making them reality.

Sexy: Gray hair. On adult men, on Holden Caulfield, on Richard Gere.

Unsexy: Telling someone you love them when you don't.

Weight: 139

Chipotle burritos this year: 11

Subscribers: 15,023

Days left of high school: 30

Bye, guys! See you tomorrow. <3