I was doing some spring cleaning today, and stumbled upon a Kodak CD labled "College." Yes, when I was in college there were no digital cameras and you actually had rolls of film developed and if you wanted to use the pictures to spruce up your fancy Myspace page, you had to pay extra for a CD. Those were the days! Walk ten miles to class! Uphill both ways! In the snow!
However, these photos were so cringe-worthy, so hilariously awkward, that I must share them. They are from my sophomore year in the good-ole five person dorm room. I apparently have not discovered sunscreen at this juncture of my life. And I still have my farm-girl thighs that I've worked so hard to trim. And style? HA.HA.HA. I look like I got marooned in a tiny mall in the middle of Nebraska with only $100 to buy five outfits. OH WAIT. That's EXACTLY what happened.
If you can't tell, I'm wearing Doc Martins. And yes, that's a picture of Prince William's disembodied head. I was taking a break from my LOLs on MSN chat.
Our lair. We were probably getting read to go have cereal or frozen yogurt in the D-Hall. Those two items sustained me for four entire semesters. Hence the GIANT FARMER GIRL THIGHS. See below.
Case in point. Also? Upside down visor. And could we tack anymore shit on our walls? I think not. (I got those jeans at Express and thought that I had finally made it in life.)
I think my rad over-bleached hair totally makes up for the flannel pj's. And seriously, I'm so tan I can feel my moles starting a cancerous coup on my back.
(Sorry Tara, but I couldn't resist.) This was our fancy going out clothes. You know, for all the fancy places in town. Like... Scarletts and AllStars.
Observe the jean skirt outside it's natural habitat. Normally found in the inner plains of Nebraska, it has somehow migrated into a new habitat. (That smile of mine says "I'm totally using my fake ID tonight.")
2 comments:
Oh dude...why.
I mean everything I had on was from Express and I toted around Prada but why would I think a chain belt from Express was ever okay??
O.M.F.G. AHAHAHAH - those are awesome!Seriously, you had to get dressed up to go to Allstars. And you had to be scantily clad because it was so sweaty and hot from the hormones that danced up there all night in an attempt to "hook up" with some poor freshman girl. Not saying that I know any of this from experience...
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