That open letter is for a later time. A time where I can finally get away from people and honestly think about them in detail. I'm bad with details. So with this entry I'll talk about ninth grade. My freshman year of high school. This should be short.

I honestly don't have an opinion about that year 07-08 year. It was before I discovered Morning musume and blogspot. I say that as far as Internet goes it was the time that I discovered youtube. I finally got rid of AOL and the computer with no sound. I remember watching Jesus Camp on that site. I thought NO MORE PAYING FOR MOVIES! YAY! But, as you know I was wrong. I made a youtube channel. I used to post soo many videos. Only half are left though. I should really delete them all. I find them omg not good. Then again, I don't pay for anything anyhow. Ninth grade my best friend was away in the north, and I was not quite alone. lol. Idk. I had a place to sit at lunch with, including that open letter friend. I mean I don't even talk to half of them now. People drift apart for no reason what so ever. Everything happens for a reason though. Yay!
This was also the time of my heavy metal period. I still love it, don't worry. Buttttt, I was so gung ho in my over sized Death t-shirt saying stupid shit like death to false metal. I guess Hello project changed the way I thought. I often what people thought of me in those shirts? Prob. nothing because I'll admit it I was unknown. I mean I knew people and people new me, but only in classes. Not on the outside. So, no one really knew me except for my friends and I still to this day keep things from them. I don't expect them to understand. I keep to many secrets. Maybe they known and are just that kind to keep it a secret! I love people. Anyways my ninth grade year I discovered GOJIRA! My brother took me out to one of their shows when they played with Behemoth & friends. I remember that it was a school night, but I still could go. I went to school the next day without taking a shower or brushing my hair. It was amazing. But, me typing about music is boring let's move on to my classes.
My classes were easy as fuck. I'm was just really lazy and did not try a bit. I was in all regular classes. I really wish that I went to pre-ap for some, but noooo I just had to be lazy. My GPA is not that bad(I hope). Basically my first period was a study hall. It was a waste of my life because I never really had homework. I remember first semester I would pretend to read this book while I listened on to these three seniors next to me would talk about their personal problems. Like, the red head and sex with her boyfriend, but as it turns out the boyfriend was cheating on her so she had to go get tested. She was clean don't worry. Then come second semester, I was moved to the back. It was not as interesting. The rest of my classes were alright. Except I just sucked at algebra (And I still do). What really amazed me was how much people will tell about other people or themselves when other people around them can hear just fine. Like One conversation I had the pleasure in hearing... "So, have you done anything with her? I heard she's a freak in the bed." Well, I put my hand down her pants. Her pussy was prickly!" "Really? Tell her to shave it!" the couple later went on to make out a couple of desk in front of me. Truly the most awkward moment ever. Don't make out in school people. Don't have sex in school. Idk where the guy is and the girl is. Haven't seen them in forever. Another one was a girl asked me if she could borrow my eraser. She proceds to pull a peace off of it and exclaim "That's how much coke I did... See not that much." to her friend. That girl was such a fucking slut too. I remember from time to time her talking about her pregnancy scares. I was just like stfu, but since I never talked to her I decided that maube that wasn't a good idea. Everyother class I really can't remember. I can't even remember the guys I had little crushes on. I never got them anyhow so what's the point. This is where I discovered that people mean business. No time middle school games. Now, It's the I'm a stupid teenager I can get away with anything.

Part one end.

Part two... maybe?