Diary of a Nerd King #2: The Complete 2nd Season - Episodes 1 to 8 by Matt Ballard
Authors: Matt Ballard
Tags: kids
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for my submarine that I’d buy to get back and forth from it!
Or maybe I’ll just live on my submarine and forget about the island idea. Imagine living on a submarine! It’d be a wicked awesome sub, really big with lots of rooms and tons of TV’s, computers, and technical stuff.
It would have the best weapons in the world too so nobody could ever tell me what to do, and maybe I’d even go around and help people by stopping bad guys with my Super Sub! I’d be like Batman but with a submarine instead of a car.
Mind you, now that I think about it, Batman has a submarine too.
Oh well! Now he won’t be the only one with his own submarine. And maybe I’ll buy a wicked awesome car like the Batmobile, but even better! I could be a Super Hero just like Batman!
That’s the awesome thing about Batman. He’s a Super Hero without any real Super Powers.
Sure, he’s a wicked awesome fighter and can fight the bad guys, but he’s still just a normal guy with lots of high tech gadgets and cool vehicles.
Boogie’s learning karate. Give him the gadgets, and he could be a kid Super Hero! Maybe I should start learning karate! We could be a team. Not like Batman and Robin because Robin is kinda like underneath of Batman, but more like the X-Men where everybody is kinda like equal members.
At least they’re all supposed to be equals. I think Wolverine is probably the most wicked awesome of them all.
Of course, Magneto has wicked awesome powers too. He may actually be the most powerful mutant of them all.
But I think I got a little off track here. The point is, with a lot money to buy the best stuff out there, and even invent your own, you can do just about anything! I can’t wait until that’s me!
Tuesday
We had GLEE club today. It went OK. Actually it went better than OK. I sang pretty wicked awesome. Even Ms. Winsome said so.
Well she didn’t exactly say “wicked awesome,” but she said I had a great voice and sang very well, so it’s basically the same thing.
I was pretty surprised actually. This morning I woke up with this little ball in my stomach that was kinda uncomfortable, like a tennis ball that was bouncing around and making my stomach feel bad.
It got worse as the day went on.
By the time the school day was over, and it was time for GLEE club, it was pretty bad. I actually thought I was going to have to go and see the school nurse. What felt like a tennis ball bouncing around this morning, now felt like a football being thrown around inside me with the pointed ends hitting me in the guts every time it landed.
And then it was my turn to sing. The football was still there, except now it felt like 3 or 4 of them were in there. I thought I was going to throw up.
Ms. Winsome must’ve noticed because she said I looked a little pale and asked me if I was going to be all right.
I don’t know if it was Ms. Winsome saying I looked pale that did it or what, but all of sudden the weirdest thing happened. The footballs stopped flying around in my stomach, and I felt strangely calm all of a sudden.
And then it happened.
The me from my dream took over. It was like I was transformed into the girl version of me that sang a duet with Jordan in my dream.
I just opened my mouth and sang, and the amazing thing is that I sounded really good. It wasn’t a girl’s voice. It was my own, but it was clear and strong and everybody kinda stopped and stared at me in amazement.
And let me tell you, everybody else may have been amazed, but there was nobody more amazed than ME! I was actually singing. Me! And it sounded good! And it wasn’t just me that thought so!
Even better, after I finished and looked over at Jordan, she was staring at me and smiling too.
But it wasn’t amazement
Or maybe I’ll just live on my submarine and forget about the island idea. Imagine living on a submarine! It’d be a wicked awesome sub, really big with lots of rooms and tons of TV’s, computers, and technical stuff.
It would have the best weapons in the world too so nobody could ever tell me what to do, and maybe I’d even go around and help people by stopping bad guys with my Super Sub! I’d be like Batman but with a submarine instead of a car.
Mind you, now that I think about it, Batman has a submarine too.
Oh well! Now he won’t be the only one with his own submarine. And maybe I’ll buy a wicked awesome car like the Batmobile, but even better! I could be a Super Hero just like Batman!
That’s the awesome thing about Batman. He’s a Super Hero without any real Super Powers.
Sure, he’s a wicked awesome fighter and can fight the bad guys, but he’s still just a normal guy with lots of high tech gadgets and cool vehicles.
Boogie’s learning karate. Give him the gadgets, and he could be a kid Super Hero! Maybe I should start learning karate! We could be a team. Not like Batman and Robin because Robin is kinda like underneath of Batman, but more like the X-Men where everybody is kinda like equal members.
At least they’re all supposed to be equals. I think Wolverine is probably the most wicked awesome of them all.
Of course, Magneto has wicked awesome powers too. He may actually be the most powerful mutant of them all.
But I think I got a little off track here. The point is, with a lot money to buy the best stuff out there, and even invent your own, you can do just about anything! I can’t wait until that’s me!
Tuesday
We had GLEE club today. It went OK. Actually it went better than OK. I sang pretty wicked awesome. Even Ms. Winsome said so.
Well she didn’t exactly say “wicked awesome,” but she said I had a great voice and sang very well, so it’s basically the same thing.
I was pretty surprised actually. This morning I woke up with this little ball in my stomach that was kinda uncomfortable, like a tennis ball that was bouncing around and making my stomach feel bad.
It got worse as the day went on.
By the time the school day was over, and it was time for GLEE club, it was pretty bad. I actually thought I was going to have to go and see the school nurse. What felt like a tennis ball bouncing around this morning, now felt like a football being thrown around inside me with the pointed ends hitting me in the guts every time it landed.
And then it was my turn to sing. The football was still there, except now it felt like 3 or 4 of them were in there. I thought I was going to throw up.
Ms. Winsome must’ve noticed because she said I looked a little pale and asked me if I was going to be all right.
I don’t know if it was Ms. Winsome saying I looked pale that did it or what, but all of sudden the weirdest thing happened. The footballs stopped flying around in my stomach, and I felt strangely calm all of a sudden.
And then it happened.
The me from my dream took over. It was like I was transformed into the girl version of me that sang a duet with Jordan in my dream.
I just opened my mouth and sang, and the amazing thing is that I sounded really good. It wasn’t a girl’s voice. It was my own, but it was clear and strong and everybody kinda stopped and stared at me in amazement.
And let me tell you, everybody else may have been amazed, but there was nobody more amazed than ME! I was actually singing. Me! And it sounded good! And it wasn’t just me that thought so!
Even better, after I finished and looked over at Jordan, she was staring at me and smiling too.
But it wasn’t amazement
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