I want to go to Prom

I want to go to Prom, and I want it to be the best event, other than graduation of course, of my senior life in high school.
I want to have the hottest date in the school and be the envy of every girl there.
I want to have the dress that flows down my body like the soft summer rain that will surely come after this glorious night is over.
I want to have jewelry that glimmers so brightly that I would dazzle even the most stubborn of critics.
I want to have perfect makeup so that you couldn’t tell that I’d spent years treating my face with prescription acne medicine, and for weeks before I had done my best to not get stressed so I wouldn’t have any breakouts.
I want to have a perfect hairstyle with my golden tresses falling out of an artfully loose up-do, curling down dangerously towards my neck.
I want to be voted Prom Queen, and not trip and fall on the steps up to the stage.
I want to have a small speech prepared, but there would be nothing that I could say that would show everyone how happy I was.
I want to be able to smile and laugh on stage instead of tears forming in my eyes like usual.
I want to be able to dance gracefully at the beginning instead of me tripping over my own clumsy feet and everyone in the crowd quietly giggling.
I want to leave Prom feeling happy because I had so much fun doing something school-oriented that everybody cares about.
I want to go to some of the greatest parties, and I want to crash some of those great parties.
I want to ride in a limo, something that I've never done before, and not have everyone argue over the type of music played.
I want my mom to say, "Go and have fun. I'll see you tomorrow."
I want to stay out all night in a hotel at a huge party that I helped throw, and then I almost want to wake up with a huge hangover, because I'll know that I had a fun night.
I want to see so many people that I’ve wanted to party with for months all at one big party with lots of tequila and vodka and whiskey and marijuana and beer.
I want to wake up the next morning happy, not regretting anything.
I want my prom date to call me the next day saying that he had so much fun with me last night and he wants to hang out again.
I want to go out with my friends to some obscure coffee house and them insist on my wearing my tiara and ribbon and fawning over me until my face is red from embarrassment.
I want people at school to notice me in the halls at school, and whisper to their friends when I walk by, “Look! There she is! She was voted Prom Queen!”
I want to look confused about why everyone is finally noticing me after 3 years of walking tall through these halls.