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Yearbook Yourself
by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . July 31, 2009 . 10:09AM
Ok, everyone’s doing it and being the lemming that I am, I jumped off the freaking cliff. I yearbooked myself. This happened Tuesday night as it was 11:48 pm and I was waiting for the 12 am woot to come up. What? You never know when it will be the bag o’crap?!
So, anyway, I was bored and Leon was sleeping. A.J. was sleeping. The dogs were sleeping. I had insomnia and a woot was coming! So, I gave in. I am ashamed.
In my defense, I was BORED. There was NOTHING GOING ON. It was TUESDAY NIGHT.
*mumbling to herself like a crazed woman who just wants some milk duds*
That doesn’t mean you don’t get to see how I’d look through the ages. I. am. smokin hot.
Look, I know some people think I couldn’t pull off 1994. Here’s why I can: the facial hair. I think it compliments my eyes.
As you can see, I age pretty well. I think I had a couple of these styles, but there is not a chance that I’m going to tell you which ones of them they are. I couldn’t post ALL of my pictures from yearbookyourself, because there were a ton of them and this post is already picture intensive, but you get the hint.
For the record, the woot was cheapie noise activating headphones. *sigh* No bag o’ crap that day, folks, but totally worth the time spent to mess with the toy.
Life is like a game. We all have challenges, thoughts, opinions and beliefs. Often, it feels like something out there, life, karma, catty people, or blue shells (for the Kart lovers), seeks to bring us down. Luckily, we always get up. This is where I wear my heart on my sleeve and my foot in my mouth.
