DRESS SHOPPING

Ok, I am going to order my dress online. Ang didn't know it at the time, but she was my test rat and her dress passed. So now I need your assistance, I have no friends here to shop with me, so you get to offer you opinions (not that they really matter, but i would like you to feel like it does). So since it is election time, i thought it would be appropriate to put it to a vote! (notice the poll somewhere up on the right). I will list numbers under the pictures that correspond with the poll. Happy Voting!
Oh and please keep in mind there will be alterations made (we'll keep this G rated) Modest is hottest!

Dress 1 (above)

Dress 2 (above)

Dress 3 (above)

Dress 4 (above)

Dress 5 (above)

Dress 6

Strangers

I hate strangers. Whats to hate you might ask. What is it that I dont like about them? I don't know them. They are scary and I just hate them. I am sure they are evil... like some shadowy figure hiding under cars in a parking garage ready to slice your heels so you cant run, or like Chester, he has followed me since childhood. I can still hear my mother. "Watch out for Chester". Strangers will also do all sorts of crimes. Don't you watch the news? How many of those homocidal maniacs to you know? Case and point. Stay FAR away from strangers
So what do I do? I did the dumbest thing possible. I moved. EVERYONE is now a stranger. And, not only did I move, I moved to an area with super duper high stranger saturation. I don't know what I was thinking. China would be worse, China is WAY too saturated, and they eat strange things and speak strange languages. I would hate to live there. Can you imagine? I would explode with hatred. It would be seeping from my pores. California is better than China. Even if there are lots of asians here.
Ok back to strangers. I like to think of myself as a nice person (who wants to think of themselves as mean, thats just wrong). I like most people i meet, yes, there are exceptions, but I do like most people. You might think that disproves my stranger thesis, but then they are no longer strangers. So until I meet every stranger, I am still scared and hating them. So, right when i get to town (San Jose, home sweet home) I need to meet my future roomates, thank goodness i broke the ice with a phone conversation and some emails. When I met her, she wasnt a stranger, so i immediately liked her. Next, the scariest kind of stranger. A stranger that you are supposed to impress. I dont care what most strangers think of me. I try not to think about strangers. So I am supposed to meet Kevin's brother, my future brother-in-law. I am terrified. I know about him, but he is still a stranger, what if he is mean? I drive over to Kevin's place, and get out of my car. I go to walk up to the door, mustering up enough courage not to run back to my car and tell Kevin to call me when his brother has gone back to the hotel. I start fumbling for my phone to call him and let him know I am there. Then I see out of the corner of my eye a figure walking out of door, it isnt Kevin at all....I want to run, jump into a bush, anything, but I was spotted. I broke out in a cold sweat, my palms were all clammy, my cheeks flushed, already embarrased at whatever was going to come out of my mouth. Where was Kevy when i needed him, he is supposed to break the ice in a moment like that. Speak for me, so I dont sound so retarded when I get all nervous and stutter through "hello i'm uh c-cathy". How ridiculous am I? (thats rhetorical, don't answer that!) He turned out to be nice. False alarm. Not mean at all, but also, no longer a stranger. One more down, 5.99999 billion to go.

*******DISCLAIMER*********
I AM NOT RACIST AGAINST ASIANS, JUST STRANGERS.