Alright, so typing this is gonna be a little bit rough, because I've got my stupid fake nails on for prom, so just bare with any typos I make, it hurts too much to go back and fix them.
So this morning I got up friggin early to go try on my dress and get my nails done. My dress is now as close to perfect as it's gonna get, and my nails are all done up nice (Shoot me now, too girly for me!). I went and bought my tiara type thingy, and I was all done. I even managed to get a job and I thought the day was going pretty good! Apparantly not. My mom comes home from work and starts freaking out. Earlier, I had gotten locked out of the house. It wasn't my fault none of the keys to my house worked, and to get inside it ended up that my neighbour had to crawl through my kitchen window, because I was too short to do so. My mom comes home pissed that he was in our house. It was the only way for me to get in! She starts yelling about how the house isn't clean and I should have cleaned it first. I WAS LOCKED OUTSIDE! What the hell! So she finally lets that go and moves onto my prom dress again. She pretty much starts crying while she's yelling about how upset she is that I'm gonna look ugly. I couldn't believe it. She was freaking out that I'm not tanned, or skinny as a rake, only this time she was crying. I told her that I was sorry, but I didn't want to go tanning, cuz it's bad for you and it's not worth it to me. Tans are of no use to me. I don't want skin cancer down the road, sorry, and just because you enjoy laying the sun doesn't mean I do! Then she yells about how I stopped going to the gym. Well so did she! She used to go with me, I didn't want to just go by myself. Now she's still bitching about how my prom pictures are gonna be horrible and all the relatives and gonna be upset. They can all get the hell over it. This is my prom, I'm gonna look how I want to look. Can't people understand that? I've barely eaten all month, because I was so worried I was making myself sick, and I actually did lose weight, now she's still telling me I'm fat. I really hate tanning, don't want cancer and tried to explain it to her, she says I'm pale and ugly. Look mom, I'm sorry you dropped out of school and didn't get to get all fancy for your prom, but I'm gonna look how I want for mine. I can't spend all this time looking how you wanted to for your prom. Get the hell over it ok?