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if the me now ever met the me of 8th or 9th grade a few things could happen. For one the me now would endlessly make fun of the other me; three big spikes, bad punk rock band t shirts, weird clothes. Yes i was once basically one of those kids i so despise now, the ones who think hot topic is a god send. Yet the me of then would probably make fun of the me of now; the same kid who in 9th grade wrote a song called kill emo, and was serious. The same 8th grader who took his school t shirt and drew an anarchy sign on it to go to a school field trip; i would definately not approve of my hair. The music i listen to now would be worthy of crucifixion to the me of then, if i knew what coheed and cambria was at the time i'd probably create ways in which NoFx and rancid were much more musically and lyrically advance than them, From Autumn To Ashes, noise to the me of then. I just find it funny when i think about it. fucking journals are for pussies, watch in 3 years i own a journal company or some shit.