We all have our bad fashion days. Sometimes the outfit you throw on in the morning makes sense in your half-asleep state of mind but really…it just doesn’t work. You step outside and get a few weird looks, but it’s not actually that bad. Sometimes, however, celebrities make horrible fashion mistakes on the red carpet…and they follow them forever. Never, even with my exhausted, half open eyes, would I ever choose one of these outfits. In fact, I would never even be caught dead in them.

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Ashley is a freshman at George Washington University and she’s majoring in Overanalyzing Situations and International Affairs. Follow her on twitter @ashleybrooks25

The hot messes that are our favorite celebrities. Ah, what would a typical day in Hollywood be without nip slips and exposed undies for the paparazzi and the rest of the world to see? As we all know, you can’t have the glitz and glamour without the A-list slip-ups and infamously disheveled stars. Let us revel in the moments of celebrity dysfunction that always seem to draw attention not to any particular talent, but to ever-present trifling tendencies.

I present to you: our favorite celebrity train wrecks.

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First, let’s just acknowledge that this is real life. Snooki, whatcha got goin’ on there? I can’t tell if you’re dancing with the plant for laughs, or if you’re actually trippin’ balls in public. Better yet, I can’t tell why someone hasn’t set this to a sick tecno beat yet!

But really, Snooki does not look like she even knows what day of the week it is. Clearly no one could have selected that ensemble (ugh, those boots!) with a sober mind. Girlfriend, if you need help, please go seek it. Don’t make your next reality debut be on A&E’s Intervention.

[Like it or not, we all judge people every day. Especially when it comes to their fashion choices. From the girl with the too-short skirt for class to the old guy who insists on wearing short shorts and doing butterfly stretches at the gym (yeah, try to get that visual out of your head), it's impossible not to form an opinion. And now we're gonna share those opinions with the world. Every week, I'll be highlighting a celebrity look that I may love/hate/not understand and see what you, my college fashionistas, think about it. So put on your Joan Rivers fashion cap (which is undoubtedly made out of all the skin she's had nipped and tucked over the years) and let it all out.]

Oh Coop…I mean Mischa. Where did it all go wrong? A few years ago you were Marissa Cooper, darling f-up of The OC. We also loved your wavy locks and the way you started every sentence with “So…” We loved your on/off romance with Ryan and that brief lesbian fling you had with the girl from House. But then you got knocked off and it was all downhill from there really, wasn’t it? Then it was drugs and weight gain and drama for a few years. The OC became that-thing-we-watched-before-Gossip-Girl-started and Blake Lively replaced you as the hottest screw up on the silver screen.

But then you came back. You designed some (actually really nice) handbags and things were looking good. And then this happened.

Okay, as usual, I’ll start with the (one) positive- LOVE THE SHOES. Okay, I also love the colour- you can’t you wrong in black. But then there’s the negatives- it’s sheer over the boobs, it has some crazy pouffing in the skirt going on, and the neck piece looks like you massacred Big Bird’s evil twin.

I really, really want you to get back on top form, Coop. But I can’t get past this one. What do you guys think? Epic train wreck, or cutting edge fashion?

Suddenly, one sunny, completely normal afternoon, everything changed for Brittany.  She put down her Frosted Flakes spoon, ran out of episodes of Degrassi, got a job, a new spicy apartment in the city, and jump started her social life.

Everyone rejoice.  For she lived happily every after.
Or not.  Because like Noah and Allie (ehem, Notebook reference), it’s never over.

OK, enough of that third person stuff. The truth is, my life went from zero to sixty in a matter of five days, and I lost my steering and breaks.

Let me explain.

I literally went from sitting in my parents’ house for hours on end watching HGTV with my mother for six months to having a real life.  I love my mother and I love quality decorating tips, but nothing about that should be happening to any human being considering eventual marriage, a steady income and a stable social life.  Therefore, the minute I got an awesome job, new apartment and stitched up my social life, I was like a zoo animal who had been released back into the jungle. There was no way that animal would survive without a few hard-earned, hands-on lessons.

You’ve got it, folks – I’m back into the wild jungle that I call a normal 23-year-old life and I’m a hot mess.

I’ve been so overwhelmed by my sudden job success, new friendships, and a completely independent lifestyle that I’ve completely lost grip of who I am, what I believe in, and what I need (i.e. personal alone time).  I’ve been so constantly bombarded by new things and a new life, I’ve bottled it up inside and completely strayed away from my original intentions.

Emotionally, I’ve been a roller coaster ride.  I’ve been jumping the gun on relationships, getting too caught up in them, and making decisions I’ve never made before.  For example, I’ve always been an all or nothing kind of girl with guys and relationships.  Somehow, upon getting a life, I thought I could perfect the casual I-don’t-care-if-this-isn’t-going-to-work-out-eventually kinda thing.  Turns out, I can not.  I am not built to casually romp around with someone that isn’t going to promise me respect and a future — and I now know there is nothing wrong with that.

Also, as much as I value my social life, I seemed to have forgotten about my personal life.  My me-time. Hard as it is to remember sometimes, I am the most important person in my life and respecting myself should be top priority. Which it wasn’t when I decided to get rip roarin’ drunk on a recent Sunday. That kind of behavior is not putting myself at the top of the priority food chain.  While I understand I don’t need to shove a stick up my ass once I take a gander into the real world, I don’t ever want to rather have a shoved a stick up my ass on a hung over, guilt riddled, Monday morning.

Why am I doing these things? Who the hell knows? Everything around me is happening so quickly, I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m struggling to keep my head above water, to do the things I think post-grads do. But in doing so, I’m completely losing control of who I am. So I’ve decided that I need to stop, take a moment and listen to myself. Me. The person who’s getting lost in all this transition. The person I should care about most.

I gotta get back to me. Just because my situation has changed, doesn’t mean I have to change. I am the same person I was when I sat in my parents’ kitchen, unemployed and whining every day.  I don’t need to get caught up in some fantasy world or try to become someone else just because my life is different now.

I take a lot of pride in figuring out myself and becoming a person who I can be proud of.  I spent 23 long, hard years creating this hot, smart, successful woman; I refuse to let one life transition mess that up now.

PARTY FOUL!

Don’t act like you haven’t heard it before.  According to Urban Dictionary, it’s “something socially unacceptable done in a social gathering.” For those of us who have been in the presence of a party foul or may have accidentally committed one ourselves, we know that they’re much more than that.

Thanks to digital cameras, your unfortunate lack of judgment will probably be plastered all over the Internet before you even have the chance to pull your head out of the toilet the next morning.  But no matter how bad things get for you, just thank your lucky stars that you’ve never committed any of these…

You haven’t, right?

Tossing Your Cookies. This is quite possibly the most commonly seen party foul. If you really have to throw up, try making it to the bathroom.  When your pre-drinking meal ends up on a fellow partier or in a potted plant— major party foul.

Bed Hog. “Getting jiggy with it” is not a party foul itself, but when you’re doing whatever you do in someone else’s bed— not so cool. Especially if you don’t know whose bed it is. Extra bonus points if you wake up next to the biggest creep at the party. He may have looked like Rupert Grint last night, but this morning your Harry Potter hottie looks a lot like a steroid-induced Carrot Top. Yummy.

Dancing Queen. The next time you get the urge to clear the dance floor and whip your hair back and forth, don’t.  Only one person on the planet can actually look cute flinging their head around like a crazy person and that’s Miss Willow Smith herself. Anyone else who feels like attempting this dance move should resort to doing so in the privacy of their own home…doors locked, curtains closed.

The Hot Mess. You might have your way with the fellas sober, but if you’ve been pounding down the spiked punch all night you may want to back off a little. When you start hitting on every guy at the party with fake eyelashes dangling off your face and your breath reeking of the soggy chips you just found on the floor, it’s time to call it quits for the night.

American Idol. So, you think your voice is God’s gift to the world? Well once your favorite song comes on and you start belting out the lyrics to “The Climb” at top of your lungs, you’ll have people running for the door. Stay off the furniture, it’s not a stage. And when your audience is throwing beer cans at you, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Somebody’s Trippin’. Blame it on the a-a-alcohol all you want, but no one is going to care why you just belly-flopped into the middle of the floor. Whatever the reason, it was hilarious and certainly party foul-worthy. And possibly a candidate for America’s Funniest Home Videos.

Duel it Out. There’s nothing like watching fights get broken out over the most ridiculous things. Girls pull each other’s hair, guys punch walls— it’s lots of fun. Usually the fights conclude with the girls “hugging it out” and apologizing for hitting on each other’s boyfriends and the guys making up for lost drinking time by doing multiple keg stands.

In the end, a party isn’t a party without a few drunken messes stumbling around, breaking things and wondering why they’re never invited back again.  No one wants to be “that girl,” but for the sake of everyone’s entertainment, we might as well get those referee’s whistles blowin’.

What’s the worst party foul you’ve ever been called out on or witnessed? Tell us in the comments or, better yet, give us the deets in an anonymous morning after story.

The Host/Hostess

It’s inevitable.  No matter how laid back you think this person is, when they’ve got hoards of drunk people over at their house they’re bound to get a little anal.  Don’t aim the champagne cork at the windows.  Please use a coaster.  Don’t spill beer on the carpet.  No random hookups in the bedrooms.  The dog really shouldn’t be drinking out of wine glasses.  Ugh!

The Hot Mess

They’re slurring.  They’re stumbling.  They’re trying to make out with your boyfriend.  And in about five minutes their face is about to meet your fist.

The Upper

This person LOVES New Year’s Eve.  Wanna hear her resolutions?  Because she’s about to give you a twenty-minute lecture about how this past year she lost 50 lbs and is going for an additional 15 by May.  Do you care?  You effing better.  This is the best party of her life!  Have you ever seen so much hope in one room!?  OMG the countdown is about to start!  Shhhh…SHHHH!!!

The Downer

Life sucks.  New Year’s sucks.  She just got dumped.  The sequins from her dress are digging into her skin.  Her shoes hurt. Her hair is flat.  She doesn’t know anyone here.  She can’t get drunk.  She can’t stand being around so many stupidly happy people.  Can you just take her home?

The Photo Whore

Picture time just happens to be every five minutes when this person’s in attendance.  And we’re not talking innocent candids.  She wants everyone together against the glass doors, tall people in the back, shorter people crouching in the front.  Big smiles!  Look like you mean it.  Be happy, people.  Ok, one…two…three.  She meant on three, guys!  Half of you aren’t even looking.  Now she has to do a redo!  Here we go again…

Thank. God. For. Champagne.

Instead of glitzy night club scenes with boring conversations, Downtown Girls actually shows the lives and friendships of Nikki, a boutique owner, Gurj, an Atlantic Records digital marketer, Klo, a bride-to-be, Victoria, an aspiring lawyer, and last but not least, Shallon, a Glamour.com blogger.

In a world of plastic reality show Barbie dolls (i.e: Heidi Montag), seeing young women working, living on their own, and trying to figure out their 20-something lives was refreshing. With each girl offering her unique individual style and perspective, it was impressive seeing MTV tackle real people, doing real everyday things for once.

Although Downtown Girls chronicles a group of friends, Shallon Lester steals the show with her outspoken and funny personality. With a larger-than-life persona that makes Shallon seem like everyone’s best friend, her energy is contagious. Who wouldn’t want to be her friend?

With one co-written book under her belt, Hot Mess, and a collection of memoirs chronicling her dating life coming out in 2011 called Exes and Ohs, expect to hear more from Shallon. So, consider this an inside look beyond the MTV cameras…

Five Questions We Ask Everyone:

1. What’s your favorite college memory /most trouble you’ve ever gotten into?
Riding a bull freshman year of college. I went to Cal Poly, San Luis Obispo, which is way out in the country. Everyone takes rodeo—yes, it’s an actual class—and you learn how to rope and ride and brand. Our final was to ride a bull, and I went last because I was a coward. I’ve done a lot of risky and scary things in my life, but I’ve never been more frightened than when my instructor was tying my hand to the saddle and riling up the steer with a cattle prod. The chute opened and I lasted 2.7 seconds before it bucked me off and kicked me in midair, like a volleyball spike. I still have a lump on my lower back from it. Wicked.

2. What are five things you cannot live without?
Hockey, lip gloss, Tim McGraw’s greatest hits album, my mom, my Google alert on “Zac Efron shirtless.”

3. What is your motto/advice you live by?
If you trust your dreams more than you doubt them, you will get everything that you want. You don’t always have to know how you’re going to achieve it, you just have to believe that it will. It’s like Christmas morning; you don’t know the schematics of how Santa got into your house, but you knew he would.

4. What is your favorite song to belt out at the bar/car/karoke?
“Baby Got Back” by Sir-Mix-Alot. If you saw me in boy shorts you’d know why.

5. Ten years from now you will be …
Married to an NHL player, overseeing the movie adaptation of my latest novel, and explaining to my friends why being voted “Sexiest Woman Alive” by Playboy five years in a row isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Signing autographs is exhausting, you know.

Five Questions specifically for Shallon:

1. What is most essential to a good friendship?
Loyalty. My life is pretty weird, so I can’t have a friend who will jump ship the moment I do something offbeat. Because “strange” is pretty much my only setting.

2. You seem so confident in who you are. Was there a defining moment that made you say “You know what, I truly accept myself for who I am.” If so, what was it?
When I started writing the sex and dating column for my college newspaper at Cal Poly, girls would come up to me and say “OMG that happened to me too! I thought I was alone!”  I realized that all of my experiences were pretty relatable, so why pretend to be someone I’m not?

3. After watching yourself on Downtown Girls, did any moments make you cringe or uncomfortable to see on camera?
Oh Jesus I looked so fat. I’m actually quite irresistible in person. And it’s never high on your list of goals to be caught crying over your ex on national television, but eh, at least my mascara didn’t run. The boy was a different story.

4. What was your worst break-up experience and how did you get through it?
About three years ago I fell deeply in love with a boy and was 100% sure that he was The One, and I knew he felt the same way. And he did…about someone else. A stripper, actually. He left me for her and I spiraled into a severe depression for seven months. I can’t tell you how many pro athletes I had to bone to pull myself out of it. But I finally did, and at the end of it, I’m wiser and stronger…and all he has is a scorching case of Chlamydia.

5. If you could go back and tell your 20-year-old self one piece of advice to hold onto for the future, what would it be?
At 20, I was so concerned about what people thought of me—boys, my sorority sisters, family—that I never asked “What do I think of myself?” When your goal is pleasing yourself first and foremost, having fun and attracting the right kind of people is inevitable.

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Here’s a quick little updo that’s messy, yet still really cute, unlike those amazonian hairstyles we’ve been seeing on the runway! It’s a super easy style for class, or perfect with some fun hair accessories for going out. And since messy is in, everyone can make this ‘do look good.

Hi sweetie. Long time no see. I take that back. I saw you last Friday. Same place, same hazy look in your eyes, different black dress that falls down to expose your bra. This one doesn’t have vomit on it… yet! Congratulations.

As much as going out and drinking in college is an integral part of your experience, I don’t think you serenading a fraternity with “Like a Virgin” into your half-empty Smirnoff handle (your makeshift microphone) while balancing on a coffee table is necessarily the right way to spend your Tuesday night.

You were very stylish at the beginning of the night. Your dress hung perfectly, eyelashes were curled, hair was straightened, heels were spotless and your jewelry matched. However, after those three, four or five shots of Patron? That sexy little dress you picked up at the Saks sale is riding up and showing off your embarrassing leopard print boy shorts. The mascara you so diligently applied is now running down your face after your tearful breakdown about how much you “love everyone sooooo much” and “like, can’t wait to have you all as my bridesmaids.” You seem to have more hair in your face than in your ponytail and one of your high heels is nowhere to be found. Check yourself, honey.

Is that pimply beast of a guy you’re making out with in front of everyone your boyfriend? Hope not, because you just made out with his best friend four minutes ago when you assaulted him against the beer pong table. Yes, beer pong winner is impressive, but it’s not like he just saved a child from a fire. Speaking of, can we talk about your beer pong game? It’s called beer pong for a reason. Not “mass amounts of vodka and a splash of cranberry” pong. When you’ve reached that point where hard liquor in the beer pong cups seems like a good idea, you’ve gone too far.

No, no one wants to split a supreme pizza with you, go to the strip club “just for fun,” drunk dial the Dean’s office or add a rule in any drinking game that involves getting naked. Drunk girl, it’s the middle of the week and don’t you have a final tomorrow? And stop yelling at the poor guy who made your drink – there is plenty of vodka in there and not his fault that you just can’t TASTE it anymore.

I love you, drunk girl. Because, sometimes, I am you. But even when I’m not, I still adore you because I have a great time making fun of you and drawing penises all over you when you pass out on the floor of some random living room amidst a Tila Tequila marathon.

XOXO,
Melanie

Melanie currently interning in NYC, taking full advantage of all margarita specials and those blonde summer boys. Stalk her on Twitter: @tinkermellie