Jesus Christ

I never thought I'd be the type of person to make a blog. I always hated the idea of blogging, I never really understood it. Just people sitting down and telling anonymous readers about the funny thing their cat did today, or how big of an asshole their boss is, or how the feminists are trying to destroy everything that is manly. But one day I awoke, and I decided that I should start a blog about my life in the 90's, and how it made me the socially inept person I am today.

My life revolved around things like Pokémon, MTG, cartoons, and trying not to get caught in the CROSSFIRE (which I eventually did). Waking up every morning before school and watching Pokémon and Transformers, trying my hardest to learn the Poké-rap, but never quite being able to remember all 150 in the correct order. I'd often try to sing along, but the fast paced beat of the song coupled with a mouthfull of Fruit Loops made this quite a difficult task. I actually continued this all the way through High School, that is, even when they changed the program schedule from my beloved Pokémon to... sigh... Dual Masters and Code Lyoko. But Pokémon alway came back, and I always watched it.

I started evolving into the person I am today sometime in middle school. I was one of the anime kids, you know the ones, we had pictures of Gaara and Ryoko taped in our lockers. We wanted to become ninjas, and travel to Japan. We were, in short, weaboos. We stuck together like legos, and often ate lunch alone, outside on the bleachers, where we could talk of our obsessions in peace. Eventually I met Edgar Mendez, a transfer student or something, I don't actually remember. But we became quick friends. He showed me things like D&D and Magic the Gathering, obsessions I still blame him for to this day. He also forced me to go to a special High School with him, but thats another story.

I often wonder how my life would have been different if I was, lets say, born in the 80's like my sisters. Would I have hated all that I love today? Would I answer the door when people knock on it? Would I have a girlfriend and a drivers license? Would I have moved out of my parents basement? Maybe, but thats getting into the whole Nature vs. Nuture argument that I don't really want to dive into at this moment.

Hopefully I will get a good Camera or something so I can record some things about the 90's, since thats really what I want to do for this blog. I feel like I could express myself easier with movies than typing. I already go on rants about how great the 90's were, just ask my friends.I don't really know how to end this post, since I'm losing focus and I don;t want to read what all I've typed

Damn ADHD