OU, what were you thinking?

I tried cheerleading once.

It was more of a social thing--my friends were doing it, and wanting to seem cool, I signed up . And yes, readers... if they would have jumped off a bridge, I would have followed.

I think the moment I realized it wasn't for me was about 13.7 seconds into the first warm-up exercise: stretching. I'm not sure where my development went wrong biologically, but I must be missing some sort of ligament or tendon or brain cell that doesn't allow me to touch my toes. It just won't happen.

So cheerleading didn't work out.

But don't worry readers, I found my niche somewhere--it just wasn't on the sidelines of the football field.

So last weekend when I found myself on the sidelines of OU's stadium in front of 82,000 people with a crown on my head and a sash across my dress, I was a little confused.

And frankly OU, I was a little disappointed. Dorky girl wins Homecoming Queen was soooo 1990s. I mean, the least you could have done was had Freddie Prince Jr. make an appearance and say it was all a bet, but he actually learned to care for me during the process. You can't start the stereotype and then not follow all the way through.

I like to chalk it up to good luck and good friends.

So thank you, voters. Thank you for choosing to ignore these qualities in me:

The fact that this is my current background on my phone.

 That even with our heads cut off, it's obvious which one I am based on melanin content.

1. That I put panty hose on my face. 2. That I allowed someone to photograph it. 3. That I allowed them to post it to social media and 4. That I just posted it to my blog. 

Honestly, I find it very hilarious comforting that someone like me can be chosen to represent the university and I am very confused honored. I thought the crown would change me, but obviously not...because I apparently grabbed my boobs on national television. 

I didn't know, okay?

Some things never change.