Go Yearbookyourself.com

Let's face it. We're addicts. We live for the internet. We can't function without the internet. It controls us. But whatever, it's awesome. We're all curious by nature but with the internet, it breeds a much higher level of curiosity. I love how I can discover ANYTHING with a simple tap of my finger. It just feels so good in the morning when I have a hot cup of coffee and I make that anticipated double click to see what's going on in the world - and by world, I mean Facebook, e-mail and a little CNN.

Due to my addiction, I can't resist a mindless internet activity. So while browsing a friend's profile on Facebook the other day, I found a new webpage obsession for all to enjoy.

http://www.yearbookyourself.com/

I've always wanted to know what I would have looked like in the past, especially since there were so many hairstyles that were out of whack. I mean, how could I, Jordan, a girl with curly hair, look good with a short bob? I don't know how I would have been able to go steady with someone. Anyway, this website made all my dreams come true. It granted my wish of seeing what I'd look like with the popular hairstyles and fashions through the decades. Needless to say, I'm happy with my current look. However, in 10 years, I'll probably think I looked like a poodle.

Although the real purpose of yearbookyourself.com is to partner with malls around the country to promote their participating stores, it is extremely entertaining. I just don't know how effective the partnership is because we live in a narcissistic era. People will be paying more attention to themselves rather than what stores they could visit to get that particular decade style. At least yearbookyourself.com can guarantee traffic and exposure due to the website's popularity.

So, if you are up for a little photo upload, time traveling, and a good laugh I highly recommend you check it out. If you're like me, you'll upload a picture to see yourself as the opposite sex too. Or I'm just weird. But hey, what can I say? The internet controls me.