 PopTrapico was my shit. It was everyone's shit. Excuse the disgusting ass shirt. Welcome to part one of my pre-recorded videos while I'm on vacation. Now, while I was going through my stuff because I'm gonna be gone for two weeks, I noticed this. This is my elementary school yearbook. I have not touched this since fifth grade. This is like an ancient fossil to me. And you know, I wasn't that bitch who got like a yearbook every single year. No, I got at the end of elementary school like a normal person should. I think you just need one for elementary, middle, high, and I don't even know what college has those as an option because there are some really nice memories in here, but there's a lot of cringy ass ones. Now, this is the cover of my school and it says peace, love, art, and soul, which basically means we were hippies. We dated a bunch of people. We're creative snowflakes and we like jazz. Here's my name and a smiley face that I drew. I have to open it. Oh God. First thing I see, all of the things people said about me. First of all, let's just point out how bad my handwriting was. Excuse you. What the fuck is that, Frederick? What is this too? What is this? Emo since fifth grade. I don't even know what that is. That is not right. It's right in the head. Look, I really wasn't. Oh my God, I really wasn't. Look, there's another smiley face here and another one right here. You know, in elementary school, I don't think we really like cared about what we wrote because the most of what I'm seeing here is just people's names. In high school, which I'll show that in your book sometime in another video, it's filled to the brim. Every space had a word in it because we all know that we had shit to say about our friends and shit to say about ourselves. Here we go. Let's read some of these. You are a good friend. You guys know that phrase hags that everyone uses when you don't really want to say shit about anything? Hags. Hags. Oh look, what's that? Another hags. Got an upside down hags up here. Wait, wait, hold up. There's another page and oh look, another hags. Hey guys, editing Frederick here. Can I just say that my friend, Lydia, what the fuck is that spelling? You do not get to write in my yearbook and mess up my name. Thanks, friends. Sign the top upside down because you're awesome. Spelled C-U-Z. Telly jelly bean. Oh look, an actual nice comment. You're an amazing musician. That piano will take you places. Do you fucking see what I see? Another hags. I will miss you shortay. Wait, I'll rub it in my face. You guys know that imagination, my username, came from elementary school because I was that short. This fucking bitch. You all know who Cyrus is if you watch my embarrassing stories video. Also, you write in pencil and then highlight in green and who the fuck is Jake? This this fucking guy wrote his number down right here. I'm not gonna show the whole thing. Okay, I'm starting to think I had a little problem because that is another smiley face. Oh now we're getting into the pictures. Bitch, get on my fucking level. I was in drama troupe. Oh look, there I am again in the string orchestra. I was all about the attention for these clubs. Out of all these people, look who's at the fucking top right there, bitch. Also, I circled my face in red pen because that's how important I was. I've been circling anyone else, my best friends, just me. It was all about me. Hold up, what? Hold on, blocking the names but why are there so many people wearing green? Hold on, wait, wait, wait. There's more people on this side wearing green. And then there's like the fucking sunshine crew here. By the way, I'm not trying to bash anyone in this. I'm just reacting. There's more people I don't know and I don't care about. First of all, I put a check around my friends and then I wrote me above my own picture. Can you fucking not, Frederick, right there? That's me working on some shit and my shirt says just bugging out. Who was I? And I also remember I braided girls' hair in third grade. They knew I was gay before I even knew I was gay. You can tell that's me because of my bowl cut and I'm wearing the just bugging out shirt again. That lime green shirt, man, iconic. Oh my god. And then we get to the fucking, what are these called? You know the end of the year book where your parents pay like 50 or 100 dollars for a box on one page and just pictures and then like a paragraph of how proud they are? Yeah, I knew better and I was like, bitch, don't fucking waste your money on that. Nobody wants a close-up of my face. I mean, who the fuck is going to care? Who reads this shit? You and I both know that the only reason we go to read year books is to see how many pictures were in how good or how bad we look in our class picture. And then we get autographs from all of our friends. That's it. Nobody fucking wants to look at this shit. Oh, I see my best friend in here. Oh, sweet. Next. Guys, do you, did you guys ever have this like this trending page where it just talks about what happened in the year? That's in 11, 2012. What's up? Fucking angry birds. Got Kermit right over here. Wait, wait, wait, hold on. Log on and learn. The internet learning trend continues to grow at all great levels as students build skills with online lessons and educational games. Bitch. Cool Mac games is not educational. We all fucking know that. Oh my god. In entertainment right here, Adele loses her voice. Like the fucking world ends because of that. Actually, hold on. I do love Adele, but the world is not going to end because she lost her voice. You know, at this point in the generation, I don't even think you guys know what the fuck Diary of a Wimpy Kid is. That was my childhood. Kids. Oh, I'm just having a great time. Kids. What does it say? Kids keep worn with earflap hats. No one wore these. Smurfs return. Got Papa Sperth, Daddy Yee. Oh, this actually I'll take seriously. No glasses required for Nintendo 3DS. Hold up. Right in here. I got my Nintendo 3DS, bitch. Have you don't even know what that is? You know, I don't understand why they didn't bother to put PopTrapica in this. You guys even know what that is, too? God, I feel like our whole generation is just like phones and Instagram and Snapchat and that's it. PopTrapica was my shit. It was everyone's shit. Like this video if you know what that is because superhero island, man. What the fuck? I forgot there's a back to this yearbook. I wrote the Facebook logo on here and down here you can see my name in bubble letters and it says Facebook Disney. I never watched the Disney Channel come at me, but Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network was the shit. They also have piano, violin and neosource. I am positive that there are two people out of everyone that is watching me right now who actually know what neosource is. The reason why I put Facebook on there was because I was obsessed with the games on there. There's something called Facebook credit where you used real money to get like stuff for games. My birthday present was Facebook credit. That's how fucking addicted I was to games and I still am. Just I'm gonna put a picture of neosource right here and if you know it, please please write something in the comments because I'm gonna laugh my ass off. All right, last page. It's a fucking Minecraft creeper. Not even goodly drawn, goodly. Oh, and there's some stuff on here as well. You are smart, Anthony. You rock, Jason. I don't even, I don't know who Jason is. Oh and I know this is my handwriting. I wrote I am a boss right there. Oh, oh I know why I wrote that. It's because right down here the person said you play piano like a boss. You play Minecraft like a boss. And then I wrote back I am a boss. Like they were gonna read that. And then this person put their phone number as well. And then the finale. The last thing I ever drew. Yes, that is a picture of SpongeBob right there. Book is closed. We're not going back to this for a long time. If you guys enjoyed me cringing at my fucking dear book, give this video a like. Leave a comment down below, bear it subscribed because post videos every Saturday. Please, if you know the game neosource, write something in the comments. Just please. I love you guys and everything is less than three and I gotta go hop on a plane.