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Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011

12:46 a.m.

Awakening

I can’t sleep. I have too much on my mind.
Strange
is the only word that comes to mind when I think about what happened to me yesterday. I guess you could say I had an awakening. While delivering the world’s wettest swirly to a much-deserving runt of a kid, I paused to take in the whole scene. Can you picture it? I had the kid hanging upside down, with the whole student body, at least as many as could fit in the restroom, chanting my name:

“Brad-ley, Brad-ley!”

It sounded so sweet, but then, with the runt’s scrawny ankles in my hands, I began to wonder how I got there. I finished the swirly and ran home. All the way I was thinking, how did a scrawny kid known as Bradley the Brain turn into this mean person whose name strikes fear into the hearts of his fellow students and who picks on kids smaller than himself?

The best way to uncover the story of my life—my transition from nerd to bully—will be to go back and read the beginning of my blog. There are only two weeks left of school. Do I really want to end my eighth-grade year like this? Will I find a way out of my life of torture, destruction, and bullying? Is two weeks long enough to get off my current social path of doom and gloom, or will I go into summer with a bad reputation a mile long?

Where there is a will, there is a way.

Man, I really hope so.

Summer

 

 

Thursday, June 10th, 2010

5:31 p.m.

Welcome

 

Diaries and journals are overrated. Nothing like dragging a set of handwritten books around your whole life, and then when you die, your kids might just trash them. So what good are they? So, I say if you are going to keep a journal, write it for you, but write it knowing that someday your younger brother or sister will read it and tell everyone at school. Yes, I am talking from personal experience.

That leads me to what I am doing now. I chucked my journal and started a blog! I figure if everyone is going to find out what I write anyway, I might as well be the one putting my life on display for the world to see. I chose a blog because I am a modern kind of guy. I like to stay up-to-date with technology. So to all of those who are reading my new blog: Welcome. I type in peace.

 

My name is Bradley Duncan. I am 13 years old, and I live in California. I will not be specific about the location, and the names of people, places, and things have been changed to protect the guilty. I plan to blog about my life and adventures as a growing teen. If you were expecting a blog about vampires or cute girls, you are in the wrong place and should continue surfing.

Now for my disclaimer: I’m 13, so please give me a break when it comes to spelling, grammar, and punctuation. I want this to be a fun blog. Also, don’t expect me to type something every night. I have a life, and it is filled with homework, chores, and bossy parents. So I shouldn’t be expected to have something new every day. In addition to me allowing you a glimpse of my life, I will also draw pictures and scan them in from time to time, free of charge. I am not the best artist in the world, but give me credit for trying to be a little different.

Just a little about me . . . I am considered by my friends to be a nerd. My nickname in school is Bradley the Brain. I prefer the Wiz Kid, but that may lead people to think other things of me instead of being a nerd. I like to learn. I like straight A’s. I get bored fast, so instead of playing games I choose to learn. I know useless things you would never dare to learn, like Braille. I had nothing to do one day, so I learned and memorized the raised-dot system. I hope to never need the knowledge, but I am now prepared. I love to surf the Net, learning everything. I love to bug my parents about their day and what they enjoyed doing. I love to read or watch anything related to history, discovery, science, space, or engineering...or basically anything else I can find.

Like I said before, welcome and thanks for reading the blog of my life. Feel free to e-mail your comments to me. I will not mention your name or username, but I may comment on your comments. I have written enough for today and will add more later. Thank you one and all.

 

Saturday, June 12th, 2010

7:23 p.m.

Moving Time

I really, really, really don’t want to move. I have cool friends. Well, they’re nerds like me, but still cool guys. Now I will never see them again because my dad’s company wants us to move to the other side of the country. What’s in Texas anyway? How can you go from California to Texas? How can Mom and Dad do this to me?

Mom says, “It will be a fun adventure for all of us.” Does she have to start the eighth grade off in a new state where she doesn’t know anyone? No! All she cares about is her precious little princess who can’t do anything wrong, Jessica. She’s my snot-nosed little brat of a sister, who gets everything she wants on her Christmas list. Jessica is happy we are moving. Why should it bother her? She doesn’t even know what town she lives in now. She won’t care where Texas is. Five year olds—word from the wise: Don’t have one.

How can you start at the top of the grade level in a whole new school where no one knows you? It is like starting fresh at the top, but at the bottom of the top. I would assume it would be like going to work at a grocery store and on your first day you are promoted to manager. Naturally, the bag boys and cashiers will hate you, and the managers that have worked hard and put in the time for their positions will despise you because you are their new competition.

I can’t think about this anymore. I’m logging off.

Sunday, June 13th, 2010

5:12 p.m.

Sorry

Sorry I took my anger out on you last night. I was very upset, and I had to get my thoughts out without yelling at someone. Thanks for helping me calm down. Sorry for really starting my blog off with a bang.

Well, I’m moving. There is nothing I can do about that. I told my friends this morning that I was moving, and they didn’t seem to care. I told Joe I was moving, and he said, “So what? Everyone moves.” I guess he forgot that if I moved he would have no one brave enough to sleep over at his house. When I told my other so-called friend, Marcos, he wanted to know if he could have my video games. I told him I was moving, not dying.

With friends like mine, who needs video games anyhow? So I gave Marcos one of my video games and asked him what my going away present from him was. He gave back the game. Cheapskate!