I was a 90's teenager bad ass...

So me and my mom were watching Super Nanny last Friday night, (don't judge) because thats what all 28 year olds do on a Friday night. Anywho they had an episode where Super Nanny deals with a bad ass 14 year old teenager. As we watched it, I couldn't help but laugh... because of how much she reminded me of myself at that age. I mean really, it was scary how much we were alike. She was rude, abusive, had a mouth like a truck driver, angry, self absorbed, and didn't give a fuck. My mom couldn't help but shake her head and kept repeating "God, you were awful."
Jesus.. was I really that horrible? Looking back, I really wasn't that bad, I don't think so...

Sure I smoked cigarettes, and shoplifted bonne belle lip gloss from the drugstore, and come to think pretty much any store I could in the mall. I got kicked out of class a lot, had detention.  I got piercings and tattoos. My clothing store of choice was Salvation Army, where I would buy baggy mens pants, and my dad's closet,  and wear my blue airwalks. I also cut my hair, bleached it and put manic panic blue streaks in. I remember I loooovvveddd chat rooms. Oh and I loved any guy that had greasy long hair and wore flannel. I thought I was pretty bad ass back then... jesus...

Country Music Award 2010 Red Carpet Fashion...Woooweeee

I'm in a shitty mood today, and yes I am proud to admit I do like country music. I hate to be critical because I'm a huge believer in if you feel comfortable and confident in what you're wearing than gosh darn it, that's all that fucking matters. These people must be feeling pretty damn confident, and some people looked like they well, just didn't give a fuck.. (you be the judge). I'm not gonna say anymore.. but ahhh here are some highlights, but mostly low lights of the red carpet last night..

Random Thoughts I Thought I would Share... (if you care)

I wonder if I should dye my hair really blonde.. or stick with my natural color
I would love to get a chevy el camino.. but would it last through the winter? I've always wanted one
Will I be stuck in this brown cubicle forever?
Looking forward to going to London next year, hopefully, fingers crossed
I really hate winter, I just want to hibernate
I wonder how my ex- boyfriend is doing, I know I shouldn't care.. just wondering though
I should start doing belly dancing again
Fuck
I need a new calender for next year, I'll wait till Borders has a sale
This place is a goddamn germ factory
Really excited about watching the new episode of Bad Girls Club, I'm addicted to shitty shows, I guess its better than being addicted to crack.. maybe
Kind of want to see the movie Morning Glory.
I fucking love Dexter, is it wrong to root for a serial killer? His wife is annoying though
Too much of a good thing, isn't always good (I'm talking to you Kim Kardashian)

Thanks to Duffy, I now have a Mullet

I've been listening to a lot of Welsh singer Duffy.. I think she's just amazing and so refreshing from the other crap that I am subjected to on a daily basis. I've also been watching a lot of her videos, and really really really like her hair. I love the Bridget Bardot look. So I decided to copy her bangs, and well, I guess I misjudged or got scissor happy and somehow I ended up with a mullet. Oh well, hair will grow.... She's just fabulous..

Cosmo Magazine Makes Me Feel Like Shit

So I use to read Cosmopolitan Magazine on a monthly basis back in the day. Ok 5 years ago, but anyways I really haven't had a chance to pick up the magazine lately, until I went to a friends house. They were watching a baseball game, which I think is like watching paint dry, so since I don't own a blackberry or an IPhone, I picked up the latest issue of Cosmo on the coffee table. Lauren Conrad was on the cover which is something I should have been warned about, but anyways like I said, I really hate baseball. So I flipped through stopping at articles about style and manners and how to be the "it girl at the party". There were  obviously 60 pages about sex and What Your Vagina Is Really Saying, an article about what NOT to wear at work, What Your Man is Really Thinking, What Men to Avoid and Lauren Conrad giving advice about how to be perfect.
After an hour and a half I read most the articles, (did I mention I really really hate baseball?) I put the magazine down and sat back in the couch and immediately felt like shit.
I leaned back, closed my eyes and felt like I should be featured in the WHAT NOT TO DO pages. Shit... I have done pretty most everything what Cosmo says I should not do. What does that make me? Yes, I have drank high carb beer in the middle of the afternoon by myself, and yes I've gone a little too far on a first date. I don't get enough sleep and I don't eat enough protein and vegetables. I do show my cleavage at work sometimes (not like I have a lot), and I don't always wear sunscreen on my face. My shade of blush is totally the wrong color, I don't have nearly enough in my 401K, And I certainly don't ask what he wants enough. I started thinking, is this why I'm single? Is this why I'm broke? Could reading Cosmo really change my life?

Then I started asking myself questions, am I happy? Yes, Have I done what I always wanted to do? Yes. Do I have people around me that accept me for me.. Hell fucking yes. So I came to the conclusion that I do not want to be perfect nor try to be something I am not. Fuck it. Fuck you Cosmo... but thanks for the advice though. And I will remember that painting your nails green is trashy not classy, and I will still paint my nails green though, but thanks for the advice.