I've been going through old pictures, and I came across this one this morning. Funny, how I must have felt in this picture is EXACTLY how I feel today. I recognized this expression immediately, because I'm pretty sure I saw it in the mirror this morning. I'm so over this week.

Let's compare:

1.My hair looks retarded!
2.I'm operating in Mode PMS!
3.I'm bloated, which makes my clothes are cutting off my air supply appear to be tight and unflattering.
4.And like that day, I will look back 6 years later at today and think "What the hell was I thinking with that outfit?!?!"
5.I still can't hide my expressions well. My face says it all.

6. And while on that day, I wore a corsage that was oversized and too heavy to stay in it's intended upright position, today I face the same dilemma. With my boobs.

Is it Friday yet?

*PS - That is not my date, that is my brother (who was apprently raised in Ethiopia.) However, it would probably be like me to choose someone who would show up to prom in a backwards hat, sunglasses and an untucked polo. I mean, I did go to the eighth grade social with a purple dude who forgot to get me a corsage, so I wore a garden flower pinned to my dress.

But in case you're wondering...this is my prom date. Here's lookin at you Jimmy, with your rosy cheeks, baby face and heinous shag.