OOTD Throwback: My Perm

So, in 5th grade, my mom thought it was a great idea for me to get a perm. I blame it on Lindy, because there is no way I will allow myself to believe that a ten-year-old Alissa could have thought of this idea on her own.

It was HORRIBLE. I mean. Horrible. Here, see for yourself...

That's my little cousin, who is 17 now. I can't even...
 Ugh, GROSS. So gross.

And to make matters worse, I had bangs - STRAIGHT BANGS - to clash with my newly curled hair. My 5th grade crush, nicknamed "Mr. Popularity" - no really, he signed my yearbook as that - asked me if I stuck my finger in a socket. I was devastated.

Not as devastated as he was when he called me a few months later in tears, saying that no one liked him. Muhahaha...I've always been evil, what can I say? Ask me if I stuck my finger in a socket, and see where you are a few months from now...

Kidding. I'm way too lazy to plot revenge these days.

Let me also mention that I hate tongues, and the fact that mine is sticking out in that picture is utterly disgusting. And my lumber jack shirt? See, Aaron Rodgers!! I've always been destined (get it? GET IT?) to be your girl. Let's go discount double check each other's flannels in the woods, and then have a little Pizza Hut after. Ugh, I'm getting off topic...

The point is...I'm not sure if these curls ever went away, because here is the picture from my permit and under 21 license...

Look at my black bra strap. What.A.Slut.
GAHHH.

Sorry if I scared you. I can't blame that one on Lindy...in 9th grade I realized that if I put a little gel in my hair, this is what it looks like. So, is it naturally curly or is it because of that awful perm back in 1999?

Who knows...all I know is that I'm thankful for my straightener.

Happy Friday, everyone! Whatcha up to this weekend?