Tragic Fashion- “Florals? For Spring? Groundbreaking.” -Miranda Priestly, The Devil Wears Prada 

I just can’t get enough of these little spring shoes that I got from… Target of course, and of course ON SALE! These babies were on sale for $14! I’ve already worn them a few times and they were comfy all day long. They go great with cuffed jeans and just add cuteness to your outfit. Spring will be here faster than we know it so it’s time to start spring cleaning our closets to make room in preparation for new spring clothes. I can’t wait! 



Tragic Fashion- Nothing to Wear

Me: “We have so many clothes, you’d think we’d have something for every occasion, but we don’t!”

Roomie: “Nope because it all depends on where you wore it last and what pictures you have posted in it.”

TRUTH. 

This was mine and my roomie’s conversation on our drive home tonight. We were discussing what we should wear to a bridal shower next weekend, and somehow out of both of our overflowing closets, we don’t have a thing to wear. It’s true! We couldn’t find a dress to wear, but we found a back up dress. Interesting how that works. It’s our we will wear that if we can’t find a better option dress, as in buy a new dress because don’t already have a million. I am one of the biggest offenders of this, but I just wonder, why do girls think it’s so bad to repeat an outfit? If this wasn’t an issue, getting dressed in the morning would be so much easier!

A Tragic Short- Instagram or Insta-Stalker?

Even if you won’t admit it, all of us girls stalk. It’s what we do. We have investigating urges that can only be satisfied by a minimum of 32 week old Instagram stalking. We can’t help it, we stalk and judge.

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Something catches our interest, like a girl who liked or commented on your mans photo, and the next thing you know you are 25 weeks deep and know who her best friends are, what she got for Christmas, and that her sister had an amazing wedding venue. In other cases, like myself last night, something else catches your interest like a girl in a bathing suit, and you look at it so you can feel pitiful about why your body doesn’t look like that yet. I just did my 5 minute ab app. Why aren’t I skinny yet? Yes this was me last night. While I should have been sleeping, I went on the discover page of Instagram and ended up stalking Miss Pennsylvania, then hated myself for not being as pretty as her.

Hi. My name is Brittany, and I am a Psycho Girl.
HI BRITTANY! Responded my fellow psychos from Psycho Girls Anonymous.

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Tragic Fashion- Sale Alert!

Last night, I did what I always do, and it paid off! I went to Target to only get eggs, and I did my usual routine of $1 spot, clothes, then shoes. Upon my last stop in the shoe section I found such a treasure. The boots I have been wanting since they came out and were originally $35, were on sale for 30% off. I went to check them out and see how much their new price was when to my complete surprise, the price tag said $11.98! No way this, can’t be right. I checked for my size, which happened to be the next pair I grabbed, checked the tag on that pair, and there it was again $11.98. I had to get them! This was so meant to be! I mean, I’m practically making money by buying these, right?

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Boots on sale here at Target!

Tragic Fashion- Bootie-Licious

I went into Target, my usual after work activity, in search of moon pies. Yes, moon pies. Tomorrow we are having a Redneck Pot-Luck at work and I was assigned moon pies. Anyways, upon walking into Target, I took up my usual route starting with the $1 section, then to the forbidden clothes. I know I should never walk through here yet I do 99% of the time. I picked up three different items, instantly thought of an outfit I can make out of it and the places I could wear it too, then put it down. You see, I am very good at this. Not putting the clothes back down, that’s just plain hard, no I’m good at visualizing an exact outfit, thus convincing myself to buy an article of clothing. It’s a pretty good talent I’d say because the outfit almost always comes out how I envisioned it. Again, thanks to my seven years in retail. This is why when my best friend wants a reason to buy something when she doesn’t really have one, she asks me. Well after creating several outfits and successfully putting them back, I walked to the shoe section. I don’t know why I do this to myself. This time, the shoes won the battle though. But really, how can you argue when you find shoes you have been looking for, and they are $8 off? It’s just not fair. So yes, I found my size laying on the floor (the last ones in my size! See, meant to be), tried them on, and was sold. I am FINALLY a proud owner of ankle booties with a small heel. I really have been looking for a cute pair that’s not that expensive, and now I have!

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Tragic Fashion- Basics & Statements

If it’s one thing that us Tragic Girls are not tragic at, its fashion. We can both probably thank the fact that we both worked seven plus years in retail. Although I am finally out, my roomie is still in, and even though I’m out, that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped loving fashion. It’s a little obsession of mine. Okay I lied, it’s a huge obsession. I’m a huge shopaholic, of reasonably priced clothes though because let’s face it, us Tragic Girls are poor girls. I have this issue where I hate wearing an outfit more than once. Unless it’s a good outfit, that’s not something that stands out in your memory too much, and something I didn’t take a picture in, will I wear it again. If I do wear the outfit again I try to change it up a bit. To help this issue of mine, I’ve been investing a lot in basics. Not only are they essential for your wardrobe, but they are also very versatile pieces.
My recent pieces have been the basic tees and tanks from Target. I like these because the tees are boyfriend v-necks, so they aren’t tight, and the tanks are thick strapped like a muscle tank but without the ridges. Another plus is that the most they cost are $7-$10 which isn’t bad. Anyways I have been pairing these with all sorts of things like blazers, cardigans, chambray tops, scarves, and statement necklaces. I have worn these tops so many times yet every time is different.

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Quarter of a Century Celebration

This past Saturday, the 7th, it was my 25th birthday, as I said in my short previous post Birthday Preview. The plan was that my boyfriend, the Fab Five plus one husband and one date, the Quad Pod (which consists of myself, two sisters, and my best friend), and my sisters boyfriend were all going to the bars in downtown Huntington Beach. It was a perfect plan because my boyfriend lives about four miles from Main Street. Side note: speaking about my boyfriend, he did an amazing job with my birthday present! He got me a silver infinity necklace with diamonds on it, and guess where it was from?… JARED! I about died. I made the half joke that he wants to be with me forever because he gave me an infinity sign. He stared at me and said, “That’s what that means? Where’s the receipt!?” I just rolled my eyes at him.

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Anyways, everyone met down at his apartment around 5. We hung out and drank for a couple hours then headed downtown to eat and start the night. We piled into two cars. The plan was to leave them down there and take a cab back. Dinner was amazing at Aloha Grill, mostly for the rainbows. A rainbow is this amazing drink that consists of about six different slushy type drinks with ten different alcohols. Yes we counted off the menu. These drinks were a good kick start to our buzz. Dinner was great, but then I took a bite of my roomie’s chili cheese fries and dropped one down the front of my top, which was white of course. I literally drenched the whole front of my top in the restroom with cold water to try to get the chili out. It faded for the most part, but now I had a wet, white shirt…great.

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When dinner was done we headed to the first actual bar. It was an Irish pub type bar my boyfriend likes, called Killarney’s, because it has cheap drinks and apparently no matter how drunk you are, they will let you stumble on is anyways. This is where it started. I started off cool with a cranberry vodka. We were all just gathered around a table talking. Then my best friend orders her, my sisters, and myself a shot. It was a “Washington Apple” and was pretty good aside from the fact that it burned. Not too long later we had ANOTHER shot, this time a “Cactus Cooler”. Those are really good. Need I remind you all though as I have said in previous posts, I don’t really drink that often (#twototipsy), and I was now a pregame drink, a large, ten alcohol full rainbow, a cranberry vodka, and two shots in. This was almost three times my two drink limit.

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Everyone else was starting to get drunk too, especially my little sister. These two guys were talking to the girls in our group, not in a creepy way at all though, they seemed enjoyable. One asked my name and I told them it was Brittany. He couldn’t hear me so he thought I said Becky. I tried to correct him and he still couldn’t hear so he said he was just going to call me Becky. My intoxicated self thought it was funny, but my intoxicated little sister did not take this lightly. She retorted, “No,” With her wait a minute finger stance, “Her name is Brittany and you will call her by her real name.” BOOM. We all just stared and laughed. The guy tried a lame pick up line on one of the girls and they said to try it on my little sister and he said, “No she is aggressive.” Who knew my little sister was feisty while drinking. Give her a few and she becomes a women’s rights activist. VOTES FOR WOMEN!
Eventually we were done being Irish and left the pub for another bar. **Just a side note for the whole night, my ID expired on my birthday and I renewed it four weeks prior and it still didn’t come and STILL hasn’t, resulting in me having to use my passport to get into the bars which holds one of the worst pictures of my entire life. No exaggeration, I wore a thick white headband and the background was white so half of my head looks like it is missing, and they stretched it so I look fat.** Okay back to the story, we ended up at our next, and turned out last stop Black Bull. This worked out because my boyfriend wanted us to end up here eventually because it’s so big. Our group split up here because us girls wanted to dance. My older sister bought me a rum and coke which was disgusting. She brought it back to the bar and asked for more coke in it. I am such a weenie. By this point I wasn’t really dancing, just more white girl swaying I would say since my coordination was diminishing by the minute. Suddenly this guy out of no where comes in front of me and started trying to grind on me. I literally just stood there and stared at him. When he turned to look at me his face dropped and he said I’m sorry and walked away. I felt bad, the poor guy was so embarrassed and ran away with his tail between his legs.

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Still on the dance floor, it was starting to get pretty packed, and a guy bumped me and spilt a tiny bit of his drink on my back. I tried to wipe it and here came my little activist sister with an, “Um excuse me, did you just spill on her? It is her birthday!” I grabbed her arm and pulled her away before she could say more. After my rum and coke, one of the girls bought me ANOTHER drink. This one was my favorite though, a Dirty Shirley, as I’ve mentioned in one of my previous blogs, Tragic Trippin. After this I was done. All I wanted was a water. We met up with the rest of the group and I found an empty booth and just sat there chasing the straw in my cup of water with my mouth, trying to take a drink. My roomie, best friend, and I practiced the buddy system and went to the bathroom, where one of them got sick (don’t worry girls I won’t say who). When we came out last call was ready and the lights were on. Naturally we started singing “Closing Time”. I went back to my seat of confined, drunken, death and waited for everyone to want to leave. I wanted nothing more than to be in bed.
Finally we left, got two cabs, and drove home. We were so close, almost home with no incidents until, my best friend. How I love her so much, while walking through the apartment parking lot almost home free, she trips over her own feet and just falls on her knees. My sister and her boyfriend drag her back to her feet and we make it home. I got straight in my pjs, washed my face, drank water and Gatorade, threw up, and went right to bed before anyone else.

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The morning was terrible in one of those swear you’re never going to drink again moments. People started waking up and all I wanted was for them to shut up. My head felt like someone was punching me from the inside. My boyfriend brought me a Gatorade, which I drank and promptly threw up. My sister asked if I wanted food and I asked for a tortilla. A plain tortilla was all I wanted. I ate that, drank more Gatorade, took aspirin and went back to sleep. The rest of the gang went to brunch at Fred’s, that I was supposed to meet them at, but never did. They had to get the cars still so they thought it was a good idea to walk to brunch. It was only a little less than three miles and it was a nice day. They regretted that decision when it turned out it was over four miles. I finally decided I could get up so I got ready and cleaned up the kitchen and living room. By the time they got back I was actually alive again, and all those thoughts about never drinking again were diminishing.