I am a 90s baby. I wore velour leggings, printed scrunchies and ate my cereal every morning with an episode of Saved by the Bell. I sang Wannabe and and You Drive me Crazy in the shower and
found find myself constantly reenacting Jessie's nervous breakdown with my brother whenever we were are bored. As it seems, the 90s are coming back. This term I'm in two 90s dances, bought a disgustedly beautiful 90s button up this past weekend and found myself singing the theme song to The Fresh Prince of Bel Air on my way to class. But seriously, how good is the name Topanga? Long live acid wash jeans and Michelle Tanner's hispanic cousin!
(Look! It's Clarissa on the couch!)