Nerdy Boy Web Log: Earth Date: October 14, 2005
Happy Friday the 14th readers,
I should be quiet with my typing because mother is napping. Mother has come down with a case of the common cold right before our cruise which we are leaving for tomorrow. Hopefully she'll be better by then. Mother and I have many memories. 43 years, 9 months, 23 days 5 hours, 53 minutes, and 24.5 seconds of memories to be exact. It all started the day I was born. It was a cold December morn, my mom had just been rushed to the hospital. She kept screaming to the doctors to take this devil baby outta me, but it was a premature birth so the doctors wanted to keep me in to cook for as long as the could, but they couldn't hold me back from the brave new world. At 1:32 eastern time on December 22, 1963, I was born into a world of love and compassion. Now let's skip ahead a few years to when I was 5 years old. It was my first day of school, kindergarten. I wasn't always a nerd. In fact I might have been the only brave kid at the school. I looked around and saw other children clutching to their mothers and crying, not me. I walked into that hall and found room 103 all by myself. As an ambitious youngster at this new school, my only goal was to make a lot of friends and become cool. The teacher had set up the first hour to just let us socailize and meet our new classmates. I started talking to one nice kid named David. David and I became close friends. After a three weeks of school, I loved it. I must have been the most popular kid in my class, I even had a small crush on a girl named Lisa. I was so happy, until one dreadful day. The day was October 14, 1968, exactly 37 years ago from today. I was all ready for another fabuolous day of kindergarten. When I arrived at school and walked into class, I noticed Joey Felderman sitting in my regular seat next to David. I told him that it was my seat and to get out, and he responded by saying that David and him were best friends now and that David didn't like me anymore. David looked at me and shrugged. I started to swirl into a state of depression. I had just lost my best friend. "Wait now pull yourself back up and put a smile on, you can always sit next to someone else," I said to myself. "Oh, I can't take it." And right then and there was the exact moment that doom me to a life of nerdiness. I punched Joey as hard as I possibly could right in the face. Unfortunately, I wasn't very strong, and Joey was about twice my size, and he punched me back about what seemed like one hundred times before the teacher came back into the room to stop him. For the next few days my face was so swolen you couldn't even tell it was me. I looked weird with a swolen face and everybody made fun of me. I started to rely a lot more on mother, and started finding Star Trek to be very enlightening. Through the years my nerdiness got worse, I started to get into computer technology and after puberty there wasn't a chance that I could ever get a girlfriend with my face being covered in acne. Also, an interest in the Star Wars movies and enough bad haircuts to fill an ocean didn't hep to regain the popularity that I had once had. So here I am today, nerdier than ever, and yet there is still a good part to being a nerd. I don't have to pay rent since I live with mother, and I never spill ink on my shirt thanks to my lifetime supply of pocket protectors. But of course there is a downside to being a nerd, but there's still time to change. I've got the rest of my life to change. Man that was long. Well now you know a bit of my history. I'll see you next time, this is Nerdy Boy signing out.
Trivia: An eyelash lives for about 150 days before it falls out.
Joke: Why did the man return his donut?
It had a hole in it.
I should be quiet with my typing because mother is napping. Mother has come down with a case of the common cold right before our cruise which we are leaving for tomorrow. Hopefully she'll be better by then. Mother and I have many memories. 43 years, 9 months, 23 days 5 hours, 53 minutes, and 24.5 seconds of memories to be exact. It all started the day I was born. It was a cold December morn, my mom had just been rushed to the hospital. She kept screaming to the doctors to take this devil baby outta me, but it was a premature birth so the doctors wanted to keep me in to cook for as long as the could, but they couldn't hold me back from the brave new world. At 1:32 eastern time on December 22, 1963, I was born into a world of love and compassion. Now let's skip ahead a few years to when I was 5 years old. It was my first day of school, kindergarten. I wasn't always a nerd. In fact I might have been the only brave kid at the school. I looked around and saw other children clutching to their mothers and crying, not me. I walked into that hall and found room 103 all by myself. As an ambitious youngster at this new school, my only goal was to make a lot of friends and become cool. The teacher had set up the first hour to just let us socailize and meet our new classmates. I started talking to one nice kid named David. David and I became close friends. After a three weeks of school, I loved it. I must have been the most popular kid in my class, I even had a small crush on a girl named Lisa. I was so happy, until one dreadful day. The day was October 14, 1968, exactly 37 years ago from today. I was all ready for another fabuolous day of kindergarten. When I arrived at school and walked into class, I noticed Joey Felderman sitting in my regular seat next to David. I told him that it was my seat and to get out, and he responded by saying that David and him were best friends now and that David didn't like me anymore. David looked at me and shrugged. I started to swirl into a state of depression. I had just lost my best friend. "Wait now pull yourself back up and put a smile on, you can always sit next to someone else," I said to myself. "Oh, I can't take it." And right then and there was the exact moment that doom me to a life of nerdiness. I punched Joey as hard as I possibly could right in the face. Unfortunately, I wasn't very strong, and Joey was about twice my size, and he punched me back about what seemed like one hundred times before the teacher came back into the room to stop him. For the next few days my face was so swolen you couldn't even tell it was me. I looked weird with a swolen face and everybody made fun of me. I started to rely a lot more on mother, and started finding Star Trek to be very enlightening. Through the years my nerdiness got worse, I started to get into computer technology and after puberty there wasn't a chance that I could ever get a girlfriend with my face being covered in acne. Also, an interest in the Star Wars movies and enough bad haircuts to fill an ocean didn't hep to regain the popularity that I had once had. So here I am today, nerdier than ever, and yet there is still a good part to being a nerd. I don't have to pay rent since I live with mother, and I never spill ink on my shirt thanks to my lifetime supply of pocket protectors. But of course there is a downside to being a nerd, but there's still time to change. I've got the rest of my life to change. Man that was long. Well now you know a bit of my history. I'll see you next time, this is Nerdy Boy signing out.
Trivia: An eyelash lives for about 150 days before it falls out.
Joke: Why did the man return his donut?
It had a hole in it.
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