Kendra, this is for you...

So I wanted to make a blog right now.

I am actually supposed to be doing some homework.

But I wanted to write this, not only because I am procrastinating on my homework at this second, but because I started thinking...

Being as a child of the 90s, there are times when I suddenly have the unavoidable urge to break out into "...Baby, One More Time," or feel the need to watch hours of Zoog Disney tv shows on YouTube (Famous Jett Jackson, anyone?)

And while I was contemplating all of the soft, warm memories of the 90s that I possess (not including Scrunchies), I had the brilliant idea that others, too, might share in this strange love affair of fond memories of being a child of the last decade of the twentieth century.

So I decided to create a place where children of the 90s could reminisce all of our favorite memories-- a sanctuary...free of ridicule by the technologically-advanced children of the early 2000s and soon-to-be 2010s.

We children of the 90s know that Sunny Delight, Caprisun, and Kool-Aid and are the best drinks a tot can recieve (minus that purple drink). And just as we can all agree that "there ain't no party like an S Club Party," we children of the 90s also must also face the undeniable truth that we can and do feel compelled to recite every last lyric of "Quit Playin' Games With My Heart" when it happenchance gets played on the radio.

Now, some of our fellow nineties kinfolk do not like to admit that they ever watched the Pokemon series or once wanted to know where in the world was Carmen Sandiego, but if you any vague remembrance of watching Touched by an Angel or hearing your mother want to go on the "1-800-90-something-Jenny" diet, your role of living during the 90s cannot be erased.

So, for all you children of the 90s, here's to you and your VHS tapes.

Mazel.