So, this showed up on Myspace:


you’re under the age of 11 - 13, you shouldn’t even read this;
and if you do, you should not repost.

Just because you were born in ’97 doesn’t mean you’re a 90's kid.

it’s not like you could remember the original Simpsons.

I am sorry but three conscious years of the 90’s just won't cut it.


You’re a 90’s kid if you remember watching:
-Kenan and Kel
-Doug
-Ren & Stimpy
-Pinky and the Brain
-AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!
-Rockos modern Life
-Animaniacs
-Gargoyles
-Tom and Jerry [when they didnt talk]
-Hey Arnold
-Out of the Box
-Bear in the Big Blue House

You’ve ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"
You just cant resist finishing this . . . "In west Philadelphia born and raised..."

You remember:
-Step by Step
-Family Matters
-Dinosaurs
-Boy Meets World

You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.

when every one collected goose bump books
when staying up to watch tales from the crypt was scary
when everyone had a pager
when wind breakers were in style

When everything was settled by:
-rock paper scissors or
-bubble gum bubble gum in a dish or
-miss mary mack

When kick ball was something u did everyday!!

You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time on a tape, and if u didnt have a tape to record with, you would stuff the holes with paper to record over your moms favorate tape.. lOl..

You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genisis became popular.

You always wanted to send in a tape to America’s Funniest Home Videos . . . but never taped anything funny.


You remember watching:
-The Magic School Bus
-Wishbone
-Reading Rainbow
-Ghostwriter on PBS

You remember when Yo-Yos were cool, and you played with Silly Puddy and Sticky Tac that you stole from the teacher's walls.

You remember those Where’s Waldo books.

Those awesome buzz lightyear shoes that light up.

You remember eating Warheads and Splashers Gum.

You remember watching:
-The 1st Batman
-Aladdin
-Ninja Turtles
-Ghost Busters

You remember Ring Pops!!!
If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!"
You remember boom boxes .vs. cd players.

You played and/or collected "Pogs"
You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere u went.

You watched the original cartoons of
-Rugrats
-Wild Thornberry’s
-Power Rangers
-Rocket Power.

All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand

If you collected those:
-Beanie Babies
-Yu Gi Oh and Pokemon cards
-Coins with the states on them
-Carebears
-Silver dollars, which were cool to have
-Everyone watched the WB

If you even know what an original walkman is..
You know the Macarena by heart.

"Talk to the hand" . . .enough said.

You went to McDonald’s to play in the playplace
Before the MySpace frenzy.

Before the Internet & text messaging .

Before Sidekicks & iPods . . .

Before PlayStation3 or X-BOX 360 .

Before Spongebob ...

When light up sneakers were cool and you had spiral spring shoelace
When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs
When gas was .95 a gallon
When we recorded stuff on VCR
You had slap bracelets!
You Actually played outside until it was dark!

Way back-Before we realized all this would eventually disappear

Post this in your bulletin if you smiled at least more than 4 times. . .

Repost with the year u were born.



[[I HAD to fix some of the spelling, man...]]

Dude, like ALL of that is TOTALLY true!! I was never into Pogs, though. And I wasn't all that into radio. But like the TV stuff... man... I totally forgot about Bear in the Big Blue House. That was a later show, though.
And, dude, I watched the freakin premiere of Spongebob, so TAKE THAT!!
I totally still have my spiral string shoelace, and slap bracelet... and ALL my Pokemon cards (I feel bad my parents had to pay for all that crap). I think we still have the original Walkman, too. My bro has it.

And McDonald's Playplace. MAN! Except for when it was all hot and sunny, then the tubes were all staticky, and it'd make your hair... not... fun.... But then, you didn't really care about it all that much, then, did you?

What else...
Oh! Windbreakers! Man, I forgot all about that.
I still have my yo-yos, too. And my Beanie Babies. And OF COURSE, I was absolutely DETERMINED to get all the state coins... they started that in 2000, though, didn't they? Or... was it 1998? Crap... I'd get up... and check my ALMOST completed collection. I think I'm missing one or two... But yeah, that would require getting up... and I'm not quite up to that...

"Da BOMB" Everyone was saying that, I don't remember how much I said it...

And I remember blue flare jeans and white tennis shoes/sneakers were in... well, here. All the cheerleaders had them, man. Daily.

Ha! "Out of the box! Out of the box!" That was also a later show. I thought it was kinda stupid, which makes sense that I WAS actually older...


Crap... umm... Stephenie Meyer's Midnight Sun got leaked... it's not finished, which makes it seem kind of stupid. In a way... ish. Whatever. Anyway, I hope SO MUCH that she finishes it... On her site, she has the first chapter, and well... it's um... Godly. How else can I explain it? For some reason, I find writing the male's perspective incredibly fun. It's an experience. Well, in a way... it's like rewriting a story... Cause most of my male perspective stories are already written in the female perspective.... It's like seeing the same thing through different eyes. It's incredibly fun to have this person explain something so... intricately, and somehow... it comes out so fantastic in this one story I have. It's not going to be published--God, no--it's absolutely horrible. Or at least, the female part. The male part was written at least a year later, and you can plainly see the evolution of my writing. It's like two people have been writing this... but even the female part isn't finished.
Like in Clay, you can't attach fresh, wet clay to a sculpture that has already been out to dry for days. They seem to work at first, but as the fresh clay drys, it just falls off. I can't write more/new stuff to the female story... if I do, I might as well rewrite the entire thing.


What else?
Oh, Busboy's got a girlfriend.
That bummed me out the first hour or two, then I think I got over it.

VARUS IS BACK!!! Oh, dear god, I am happy!!


The past four days, I've had a massive headache. Threw up yesterday. Bloody Stratera. *shakes fist*

Ummm....
Yeah. I'll leave you now.

So, I had this dream last night. It was a really awesome dream.
Really.

The first thing I remember is (once again) forgetting that I left my stuff in the last classroom (yep, a school dream). It was like my 3rd time forgetting. So I recall dragging Michelle to the classroom and the others followed. In the classroom were a lot of people. I remember Busboy's friend there. With a bouncy ball... that hit me like 3 times...

Back outside it started to snow.
And I was only slightly surprised. More pleased than anything. Anyway, so we ALL began walking (yes, walking) to my house... from the school.
The dreams where I walk/ride bike to and from the school to my house, the journey always seems a lot shorter than it should be. Like 2 miles are completely lost. I don't know for sure how far my house is. 3-4 miles, I think. But it would be almost entirely uphill if I was going home... I'd rather do it the other way.

We were all running. Caitlin and Michelle were way ahead. By now there was about an inch and a half of snow. Busboy and his friend were... nearby. Also running. I found it odd.
We eventually stopped at this place... I bit like my backyard, with random trees and a slight hill. About 2 and a half inches of snow.

Snow fight.

Yes, I had a snow fight with Busboy.

And yes, in the dream, it did find it weird...

Then what happened?
...
Well, somehow I ended up Busboy's friend's house. It was Friday. And that explained why Busboy was there. Not that he was going to stay the night, just that he seemed to be allowed to stay so long at a friend's house. I knew/thought that Busboy lived towards the bottom of the hill...

I remember realizing the... situation I could put myself in... like I could easily wedge myself into their lives, so they'd HAVE to pay attention to me. Like they couldn't ignore me... But they wouldn't want to get rid of me.

I told the two of them that I was going to go home to do something, then I was going to be back later. "Ok?" They didn't protest or anything.
I don't think I left, though.
I had dinner there (spaghetti), with Busboy's friend's parents, nonetheless.

After dinner, there was like this... party at the house. Not like a teenage, "Let's get fucked!" party. More... sophisticated and mature, I guess... Like a Halloween party, without costumes and alcohol. Make sense?
There weren't very many people there.

And I remember not talking that much to Busboy or his friend. It was more like I spent my time doing stuff to make Busboy look at me, hoping he was watching me, or sometimes feeling like he WAS. Like when this girl (who I seem to recall, was one of their sisters) had me fix the speakers.

I just realized how incredibly fuzzy the dream is in my head. It was a realllly long dream. And I remember parts just not how it got there.

Busboy did talk to me more later on.
I remember the feeling that we were becoming really good friends.

Once again, not sure how it got there, but it did.

The rest of what I can remember isn't really important... at all...

Haha. So right now, I'm watching "In the Land of Women," because "Blades of Glory" was on earlier, and once I got back to live TV and got something to eat, THIS was on. Starring Adam Brody, Meg Ryan, and Kristen Stewart.
AKA Bella.

So, I'm set on watching this movie.
And I have to say, Kristen is prettier with darker hair than lighter. I like the fact that she's not a definition "beauty." I still think she's pretty, but she's more... average looking, I guess...


I realized something else a bit earlier.
I have DREAMS, actual dreams, of Twilight the movie. Like how I want it to be, or turn out. I know it's the movie, and not the book, because I'm explaining to my parents some of the things.....
Yeah....

So, I still can't quite believe that I've dreamt about THE MOVIE.
It's quite funny.
And sad.
...