200th Post!! Prom Edition

Wow! I just looked at my profile and this will be my TWO HUNDREDTH POST on My Mother Was a Rose! Sorry I haven't kept up lately. I know the followers are few because this is a wordy blog and I'm not fashion-acceptable or quirky or whatever, but I really appreciate all you who tag along with me :) Here's to you and here's to me blogging every so often! *pops open a bottle of IBC Rootbeer*

So, as you can see, it is the ****PROM**** edition of the blog! I'm a junior in highschool now (can you believe I started this blog as a naive little freshie?) and my first prom is in ...wait for it...

TWO DAYS. As you can tell, I love making lists. Really, you've had to see this coming--

WHAT I'M WEARING:

1. Cobalt blue dress. I wish I could delve into detail on this one, because it is *quite* smashing but alas, I won't because my boyfriend and I are keeping our dress/tux matters a surprise till the night of. I actually thought this was the tradition, but apparently that's strictly a wedding kind of deal...Watching "Say Yes to the Dress" has ruined my perspective of how teenagers actually deal with formal attire, so...yeah. I will tell you that I got it for a steal. Originally $288, down to $99, never been worn, brand new. Got it at a place that closed the DAY I walked in. It was like my fairy godmother popped in and hung that on the rack. Which kinda creeps me out, because obviously she follows me at a very close proximity...
2. Shoes. Also, a secret. Apparently Tyler has "sick treads" which means "cool shoes" and will not share, so, I cannot say much but I will say this: I will fall down because I hate heels. The end.
3. Jewelry. If I did actually have a fairy godmother, it would be my "adopted grandma", Brenda, who surprised me with vintage rhinestone jewelry. I hate shiny and rhinestones, but somehow, these are a great vintage glimmer that I couldn't resist--oh gawsh, how girly did that sentence just sound? I need something a little more macho before I start waving my hands around squealing. I'm gonna go pump some iron or something, bro.
4. Nails. Doin' it myself because I'm part Asian (racist? More like admiring). They'll be pink. Once again, SHALL BE PUMPIN IRON SOON, BRO.

My open letter to the dress code of prom:

Dear Prom Dress Code,

Go swallow fish whole. You are making all these lovely ladies look like the poor homely woman from 19 and Counting. We're not Amish spinsters--we are women. So excuse us for having boobs and hips and legs. Point is, if a man wants to lust, no amount of fabric can stop that horndog. I'm not saying "Hey, let's show up in a g-string and dance like we're reproducing!" But what I am saying is, I dress modestly for school--more modest than a lot of the sophomore study body (men included). If this is a Christian school, let's have a little faith in our own student population to work within certain restrictions without looking like someone who can churn butter without hesitation. Seriously. If this keeps up, pay for my dress alterations yourself, because I for one do not like paying for a crap-dress.

Sincerely,

I Used to Have a Womanly Figure Until You Eclipsed It with Your Crazy Conduct Rules

If I could chose 3 songs to play for prom they would most definitely be:

---Kids by MGMT

---Internet Friends by Knife Party

---Sandstorm by Darude.

Your three?

Have a fantastic time and I'll upload pictures on some sort of place where you can creep with ease!

xoxo,

Milo

Goals 2

So, a lot of the time I'm thinking about goals I need to reach. I have a weird obsession with to-do lists and bucket lists (cool news about my bucket list--I reached 17 items in my entire year of being seventeen--pretty cool. 18 is my goal for next year!). And last year I made a movie/book summer goal (which I only half-succeeded). But this year, starting on March 20th, the first day of spring, I will be setting these goals:

• Wear dresses. I'm a girl, for Pete's sake.
• Write a book. No more half-butted tries.
• Be the interesting person I've wanted to be.
• Catch a firefly.
• Make stuff that I want to make.
• Get a job.
• Workout.
• And say what I feel.

These goals end in the fall. If I don't like how it goes, it's over. If not, keep it going. What are some of your goals?

Also,

I'm really wanted high school to be over. Because my ULTIMATE goal is to dye my whole hair cobalt blue. Yep yep.

A Mini Rant

You ever have a song for a special someone or even a best friend? I sure do. In fact, I have entire playlists for people. But one thing I hold sacred is THE song, the ONE song that all parties involved agree that "this is our jam, homes." I think it a cardinal rule to save those songs for people, even if you hate their guts years later. Because if you hear it, you instantly think of them. That song represents you and them and cannot be defiled by recycling to another person. For example, the following songs are forever ruined for me because of past relationships:

• Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade
• There For You by Flyleaf
• Nicest Thing by Kate Nash
• Thinking of You by Katy Perry
• I Miss You by Blink182
• Hummingbird by Nevershoutnever
• Together With the Sundown by Stephen Jerzak

Those songs I still really like and sing along to. But they're sacred and I won't re-use them for anybody. Just like I have specific hate songs for each person those previous songs used to belong to.

• Ex-Girlfriend by No Doubt
• BlahBlahBlah by Ke$ha
• 1930 by Gaslight Anthem
• Alligator Blood by BMTH

And now I have sacred songs for my boyfriend now. Which will always be his no matter what. Even if he doesn't know I actually have multiple songs for him...Yeah. But still. Sacred.

And I have songs for my friends like:

• Hey Ya! by Outkast
• The Twist by Frightened Rabbit
• Misery Business by Paramore
• Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes
• Dinosaur by Ke$ha
• My Darkest Hour by Scary Kids Scaring Kids

What are some of your sacred songs and do you feel the same as I do when people recycle your sacred songs for someone new? Yeah, I'm talking to you, ex-boyfriend who just wrote a blog using my song for some chick. I ranted thanks to you.