- You became the master of HTML when it came to creating new layouts, scrollboxes and many more things.
- Speaking of layouts, you always had to have the cutest one.
- And speaking of scrollboxes, you probably still have all of your old photos on PhotoBucket. Go check it out – I'm sure you'll find some gems if you can remember your log-in information.
- You were addicted to taking surveys and posting them in bulletins. (Who did you last kiss? What's your favorite color?) – and whenever you saw that someone posted a survey on a bulletin, you never even read their responses. You just took the survey yourself (with the small exception of your crush if they posted one).
- Bulletins were the sources of many dramatic situations. Bulletins were the first forms of “subtweets."
- And to make it more dramatic – MySpace added truthboxes. Honestly one of the worst ideas ever.
- You tried to block Tom.
- You got in fights with friends because they weren't first on your top eight. And when you started dating a boy, he automatically became your number one.
- And then somehow, there were codes to get a “top 200" or something. Who even has that many friends?
- You would post bulletins saying “New pictures! PC4PC?! <3"
- And those new pictures consisted of the selfies you just got ready for and took outside on your balcony for good lighting.
- You most likely filled up your MySpace page with glitter graphics. Or any type of graphic.
- Your heroes section was filled with shoutouts to all of your 500 best friends.
- You'll always remember your MySpace song. Or if you're me, you'll remember your playlist. Probably something by Secondhand Serenade.
- ♥ à, that is all.
- You would ask people to comment on which photo should be your profile picture. You would also caption some pictures saying “keep or delete????" as if someone would actually tell you to delete a picture.
- There was an HTML code for everything. Literally everything.
- You could hide comments. I don't know why, but you could.
- You were “friends" with music artists.
- Having sleepovers with friends and sitting on your computers the whole time to edit your layout.
- Knowing many “scene" kids on MySpace. Eyeliner to the max.
- Judging people's profiles that had bad designs.
- Posting blogs with surveys, too. As if anyone cared.
- Owning someone's picture.
- Judging everyone when they started to move to Facebook, but then eventually doing the same thing, although it was frustrating that everyone could see where you were commenting.
- Changing your MySpace mood when you were sad to let everyone know you were sad.
- At a friend's house or on your mom's Blackberry – “hey, can I check my MySpace really quick?"
- Wanting a TMobile Sidekick so badly so you could always have Internet access to check your MySpace.
- Seeing your boyfriend's status said “Online Now!" and knowing he was ignoring you.
- Perfecting the selfie so that you would never have to use it again until Snapchat came around!
MySpace days were the days.
