how do you compensate for over a month of inactivity? first of all, this is the third or fourth blog post that begins with something about procrastination/lack of updates.
clearly i have to spend the summer diligently writing if i have
any hope of maintaining whatever status i may or may not have as a blogger.
english major 2010prior to this absurd hiatus i had been keeping a list of blog subjects to come, which has since then been lost in the abyss that is the ever-present pile of papers on/under my desk.
if i were a 29-year-old journalist/novel-writer, this would be acceptable.
but i'm not, so it's not.
seeing as fairly major - major here synonymous with circumstantial but not
necessarily pivotal - events have come to pass in the last few weeks, it only makes sense to discuss them. the end of senior year brought many treats -
a brief appearance in a slideshow of pictures of girls in lines, a
history channel schedule, a
sharpie to take to the woodwork in h-building, prom, and graduation. while i would love to dedicate this entire post to ap euro (especially seeing as i do not yet have my score on the exam), i would probably start to cry if i wrote about it. so, on a lighter and, i guess, more relevant note,
i'll discuss prom.prom is strange. even though "pomp & circumstance" characterizes graduation, it should probably play at all pre-prom affairs first. this isn't about to become a "ten things i hate about you" angsty teen reprise, though.
i love any excuse to dress up AND any excuse to dance to britney spears, so i'm not sure why anyone
wouldn't like the idea of a fancy party like prom. however,
i really dislike the corsage-boutonniere tradition. my ensemble was carefully - albeit quickly - assembled, as was every girl's. however, i don't know a single girl who, in her mind, reserved a space on her wrist for a corsage.
it's not part of the equation frequently enough - or ever - for a girl to consider it when making choices about accessories. i'm also unaware of any other time or place a corsage is appropriate. boutonnieres are less irregular. and cuter. i think we should do away with this tradition. lying at the foundation of the corsage/boutonniere tradition is
the victorian custom of carrying
"nosegays," which are small bunches of flowers. even earlier, ladies wore small bouquets in their hair
to keep from smelling foul because they bathed so irregularly. in the 1800s, nosegays - synonymous with the victorian term "tussie-mussie" -
became popular fashion accessories & were frequently given as gifts, the flowers of which they were comprised indicative of the giver's feelings towards the receiver. seeing as the corsage has been pummeled into american culture &
the flowers used no longer represent love, as they are purchased based on colour, we ought to
accept its retirement. we have perfume & costume jewelry to enhance our attractiveness & encourage fanciness. i would prefer a prom nosegay. they'd stay alive longer! men used to wear boutonnieres almost daily just to indicate their wealth & respectable stature, which is why i don't think boutonnieres deserve expulsion just yet. perhaps we need
more boutonnieres in the world now.
so anyway.
i wore
antique beaded lace. my friends & i had many a debate about long vs. short prom dresses months prior to shopping this year. i understand my mother's argument that there are very few times a girl can wear a floor-length gown. i just don't think an organized dance party at the end of june is the right time to seize the moment. i was pleased to be in a short dress, although i can't say i saved myself any sweating because i wore a long-sleeved jacket. i empathized with all of the tux'ed boys even though i had no pants to worry about. (do i ever?)
a word of advice, though- the sweating at preprom was worth the warmth in the cool evening air/on the air conditioned bus.
i carried a pink bag to match my pink glitter shoes -
elle woods meets dorothy, if you will. last year i wore cinderella shoes to junior prom, so it was only appropriate to break out another costume-like accessory this year. the bag came from my mother's friend, & i had to carry it because of its
miraculously well-matched shade of pink. fated. in retrospect, i wish i had worn my hair in the 90s gwen stefani/"not myself tonight" christina aguilera ponytail
(at 1:27) i had been considering, but it didn't look awful down. while i'm discussing myself, i might as well mention my date. troy wore
seude nikes, which were notably classy enough for prom, & a really bright tiger tie. perhaps if i had had the time to pick out a boutonniere (yes, we're back to this subject) it would have been less dramatic &
pink than the one my mother picked, but like i said, i would have preferred flowerlessness anyway. we voted ourselves best dressed dates of the evening & consequently we won best dressed dates of the evening.
good for us! i will here remark that troy was a fun & highly chivalrous date, & i'm very
glad he became the four to our (rei, joh, em) three (
2:23). after all, he is probably the
only person who could have successfully made us the most matching foursome ever, as we were all wearing the same things. twin dates.
if i discussed all of my beautiful lady friends' ensembles, this post would grow to be longer than that alice post from a few months ago. in lieu of that, i have
posted some lovely pictures for your admiring pleasure.
note: kieran's excellently coordinated pocket square
aaaaaand this officially marks the end of high-school-related blog posts. i was considering discussing graduation, but because i am
so through with john jay, i am declaring culmination.
SEE YUH
STAFF. i was overwhelmingly pleased to finally own a staff shirt when i got my first one five years ago. even after i owned one, i coveted staff shirts. four of us stole & shared a yellow staff shirt several years ago with no motive other than wearing a shirt that read "staff" during the dance show. i reserve my camp t-shirts for sleeping, but 
i reliably choose my staff shirts over my plain camp shirts. & now i am getting what i asked for: those bold, white letters on my back every single day for the next four & a half weeks.
so. now that i've adequately ranted, i'll return to the surface-level problems with this navy blue t-shirt, emblazoned with silkscreen on the left breast & this iconic - now insulting - word on the back. i was told i wasn't allowed to alter the shirt. as plain & one-size-fits-all as the t-shirt shape is, the box it creates on one's body cannot be paired with just any other article of clothing. this would be less of an issue if it were not july, because sweaters are burdensome accessories for camp. (save for in the main room where the air conditioning is below freezing & has been since i was nine years old.)
here come the lace vest i wore to winter ball in the ninth grade, my tiny top hat, my floral pants from the tenth grade, my hair plumes, & perhaps one of those soda-can-straw-hats with starbucks cups inside, seeing as i've officially become a two-cups-per-morning person. (i will be dead by age 35. plz let me know on what possessions of mine you are keen.)
