Groovy Pink Zebra Pants

I haven’t done this in a while. I’m sitting on my bed watching The Brady Bunch and listening/singing to Linkin Park’s “When They Come For Me.” You know you’re getting old, when you hear the words “groovy” and “far out” more than once in this show. Even when my mom was in here, well, she first laughed at me for watching it. After she heard what Marcia was talking about and heard the word “groovy” we both said, “oh god” because the only show that says those words is Scooby-Doo. I mean, I know the snow was made in the 60s or 70s, and that’s what all the teenagers said back then. We make fun of the teenagers of this generation and their words? Hearing the words, “YOLO” and “swag” in almost every shows that came out within the last two years, I would rather go back to the 70s and adopt “groovy” all over again. I think every adult that grew up in the 70s would be fine with that too. As along as the fashion of that time, stays in the 70s, I’ll be a very happy person. Okay, scratch that, I would like the guys to dress like the teenagers from the 70s. They didn’t have their pants hanging low and showing the world their underwear. I mean, I knew guys were disgusting, but I just thought some were like that. Honestly, the everything about the last few years needs to change. Take away some of the crazy stuff I have the joy to seeing everyday of my life.

After four days of wearing shorts. I have decided to put on some pajama pants. I have my light pink, zebra, fuzzy pants on. I am not a pink fan, but I am starting to get why the shirt that came with them had a picture of a cupcake on it. The stripes look like swirls like you would put on a cupcake. After a month since Christmas, I finally get it. I only have these pants on because we are supposed to have bad weather coming to us later on tonight. We might be going into the bathtub in the middle of the night while the storms are out. I’m not too excited about it, because it’s not snow. It’s like tornado weather and it’s not even February yet? My aunt just sent a status onto her Facebook saying that her power was out and there was storms for her yet. I am absorbing as much power as much as I can because I can see our power going out like that too. My iPod is being charged up on my stereo. My phone should be good for the next two days, if I don’t go on a texting spree while the storms are around. One good thing about tonight though, I got to finally have Potato soup. I had to share it with ChiChi and Oliver. Poor ChiChi only got two bites, she was too mean to Oliver. He got most of the bites, only because he kept trying grab the spoon when my mom was giving me a bite. We literally laughing our butts off, he acted like a little kitten. It was so cute!