My hair is frizzing (dear Merlin, what gives?), my eyelids are puffy, nose invaded by slugs -- am I looking forward to this? The answer would be negatory.

Alas, my CD has finished burning, three hour getting ready marathon begins... now.

($80 gaudy year 12 formal ticket, walking next door, pain from heels, a dress I'm already over, being forced to undergo vigorous self-beauty methods, five hours of no alcohol, teachers and parents... priceless. This better be worth it.)