Be The First!

I was not very popular in high school.
Really Melissa?
I mean you seem so with it.  Who wouldn't want to hang out with you?
Shut up you.
So again, you can already tell that I was NOT the most popular girl in the class of 1990. I wasn't even the 10th most popular girl. If I was, I would have been one of the homecoming queen candidates or at least one of the runner ups..and I wasn't even that.  I don't know.  I think I'm one of those girls who secretly wants to wear a crown. I should just buy one and get over it.  I know. I know.  Again, I will work it out in therapy, don't worry. At least I say things out loud. I cannot be the ONLY girl who secretly wants a crown. COME ON! Okay anyway...When I attended my 20th class reunion in October, my 8th grade boyfriend didn't recognize me. I used to make out with him like a banshee (do banshees make out??)  until he dumped me for Jody something-or-other because she was three years older, had a license and boobs.
I still don't have boobs and right now I don't have a license because it was in the wallet I lost. Dammit!
Anyway, at my reunion, which took me a week to get over, by the way, because it was like going Back to the Future but not as cool as the Michael J. Fox version,  everyone said I looked so "different,"  and I felt HORRIBLE all night because apparently I must have been a complete DOG in high school.
Well I am sorry but perms and braces DO NOT last forever PEOPLE!!!  Some people just have to grow into their teeth!  Take that old 8th grade boyfriend!!
Where am I going with this? Oh I know..
I changed my blog template and now people can follow my blog. Right now there is this little icon off to the side that says: There are no followers yet.  Be the first!
Which means: "NO ONE IS READING YOUR BLOG YOU LOSER! AND REMEMBER!  YOU WERN'T A HOMECOMING QUEEN CANDIDATE EITHER!! DOUBLE LOSER!!"
And I shouldn't care because I KNOW this is just my stupid shit rambling.
But it would be nice if at least my dad was a follower.  Or Will.
I mean "followers" is a little extreme.  I am not starting a cult or anything.
Although if I did, we would drink a lot of wine and watch a lot of The Real Housewives of Atlanta. And I would NOT make anyone wear white tennis shoes. That is just GROSS.
Okay, so anyway...I am feeling extremely unpopular and unfollowed.
And now I can be reminded of that every time I look at my own blog.
I am starting to think I might just make up a fake name and follow my own blog.
Oh I just gave it away dammit. Now everyone who reads this will know what I am doing.
Oh wait. No worries.