Have you ever looked back at a picture of you and said "OMG WTF?"
No? Just me?
Well I'm sure you have so lets just pretend everyone has done this at least once in their life.
Last week I was bored out of my mind, what to do while bored?
Stalk old pictures of college days.
I would love to go back as far as high school but those pictures are long gone on an old HP Laptop in someones apartment in my old college town.
Man I partied too hard. Just kidding but really... If anyone knows where that laptop is I would love to have it back!
So moving on.
I hope you're ready for a ridiculous amount of fashion no-no's and a large amount of bleach blonde hair, pushing white-blind-you-in-the-eyes-blonde hair.
Here is my case why I should have been slapped before I stepped out of the house looking like this...
I made poor outfit choices because I thought "hey why not look like the american flag on a Friday night?" or "omg suspender denim skirt? sign me up!?"
I wore dresses and skirts that screamed "I'M A TEASE!" not a whore because at the end of the night I went home with me, myself and I. But still, what was the point in wearing these two outfits??
I went dancing in the hot pink number, I can only imagine what old men saw that night!
I actually paid money for those sunglasses. TOO much money.
I got so tan at one point in the middle of October that I became a different race. (and obviously drank too much at football games)
And the fact that I even owned a jacket with a fur hood amazes me. Even better I took it to college with me.
I chopped off about 10 inches of my hair and bleached the absolute shizz out of it...
Even better, why did I own a shirt that said "ho ho ho"? Or that white blinged out watch for that matter.
I cried, a lot.
I got extensions, because a good weave fixes everything.
The extensions were lighter than my actual hair, so duh, I bleached it again...
I mean wow.
Maybe it is just me but looking at what I did to myself is rough. And that weave, I wore the hell out of that weave. Way too many pictures of nights out and I'm literally either pulling tracks out at the bar or possibly just didn't correctly put it in so it looks like I'm wearing a wig over hair. AWESOME I tell 'ya!
Have you ever looked back and thought, what the heck was I thinking? Any poor outfit choices you now regret?
We all have one or two stories I'm sure...