They would be like, "Holy shit, you said this would never happen." Then I'd punch the little version of me in the face and scream, "YOLO!'

That's a good question. For the record, I was 9 years old then and in the 3rd grade. I would have just begun wearing glasses, begun playing soccer, and thought I was the shit. I distinctly remember being the class clown and being kind of a nerd. He'd be happy in the fact that I grew up to be a Firefighter and in the Army, because belonging to organizations like those are what 9 year olds dream of. He'd be unhappy in the fact that I chose Math as a major, because he thinks math is -blam!-ing boring and for losers. He'd be slightly disappointed in the fact that I stopped being the class clown in the 5th grade and became an awkward, pretentious nerdasshole until the 11th grade. He'd be weirded out by the fact that I have dated girls (those cooties man, think about the -blam!-ing cooties). He'd wonder why I gave up playing the trumpet. (It was because I couldn't get laid with a trumpet, really.) I'd show him a picture of me with long hair and he'd agree with me that it looked terrible. He'd wonder why I didn't become an engineer like my grandfather and most other men in my family, and I'd have to explain that it wasn't really my dream, it was my dad's dream that he superimposed on me and my brother. He'd wonder if I did anything with archaeology/paleontology because I thought either was awesome in the 3rd grade and read dozens of books on both subjects in elementary school. I'd have to say I don't know why, because that sounds like a great -blam!-ing idea and wish I thought of that :\ He'd wonder why I don't read that many books anymore - because in elementary school, I read a lot of books - like, say, a 100+ page book every few days in the summer, and I'd explain that you'll have been forced to reading so much that you'll hate it by the 7th grade. He'd wonder if I could still spell paleontologist, which was a word I used in the 3rd grade to sound intelligent. (I can :D) He'd wonder if I ever broke anything, which I did - my wrist and my toe. Funnily enough, both were broken shortly after the 3rd grade ended. He's be disappointed in the fact that I expanded my food palette to more than plain pizza, pasta, burgers and hot dogs. He'd wonder if my brother would ever stop being irritating. (The answer to that he stopped being irritating when I did.) He'd ask what video-games are like nowadays, and I couldn't give him a good answer because it's been 2 years since I played them to any large extent. So on and so forth...

^This.

<.< >.> So...had sex?

"Wow, I am a mean person and I look terrifying." Would probably be what 7 year old me would say.

He would not know who was talking to him and be all like wtf

"This is how far I'm going to fall?"

Mine would probably ask about the next couple of Halo games, to be honest. Then he'd ask if I was happy.

Is that Pokemon game in 3D? What the poop (babbie me never swore when I was 10).

He'd say I look happy. And probably ended up pretty good. What I'd say is, "there's a hell of a lot of bad shit coming your way. 2004 right? Well, up until early 2013 you're not going to have a single good day. And it's going to be hard, believe me. But stick it out. Trust me on this one, all the bad that's coming your way leads to something better." What I would have given for some words of encouragement back then.

"You're tall"

He'd be proud

"[i]you used to be cool man[/i]

My 2004 self would probably mistake me for an Amish terrorist and either call the fbi or run me over with a car. My beard/mustache grows strangely......

Wait.. You're still on Bnet? What the actual -blam!-, dude!?!

2004: "Where all da white women at?" 2014: "I would also like to know this."

[i] [/i]

Ask about my sanity because of my sister. And I ask why I am earning money but not doing anything with it

I'm so cool in the future :D

He would say: You look awesome. I would say: You look like a dipshit.

hed be like whoah why did you not do that thing