What an epic failure I am.
I'm sorry that I haven't blogged in a while, no lie, I've been doing
HOMEWORK. Well, for starters, the weekend was okay,
OSCARS TONIGHT (L). Award shows just make me so darn happy. So, I got new-ish glasses, those gay reading ones, but s'okay, I don't look like Harry Potter anymore.... BUT I will obvs wear the HP ones more, they're subscription, and I'm not quite ready to say goodbye ;) Going to the mall with a "couple" makes you feel like a
MASSIVE third wheel. I'm
always the third wheel, sigh, such disappointment.
I'm going to finally admit something, okay, deep breath, here I go, I, Jessica F, like white boys. There, and I'm sorry if you don't care, BUT you can STFU about everything okay, okay. We good? Cool. Mang, talking about relationships and sex and stuff like that always make me feel so awkward! In science when we did that topic, I wasn't laughing, or giggling like all the immature children there, I was blushing, and trying not to care, but really, when people add personal stories, like really? Is that appropriate. It's really awkward to watch your sister and her friend make "love bites" on their friend....it's very amusing though, but, you're really just sucking someones dirty, dry, ashy skin. Sorry.
We went to Pho today, it was deliciously yummy. My parents and my sister's friend, and our close friend and her mother. It is strange being with them in a table. My mother gives us a lecture on how we should have proper table etiquette and says that I am
"one of the boys", I guess I'm not the only one who saw that. They're the reason I don't get dates, oh, no, wait, that's just me.
So, here is my new
list of failures; (& truths)One: I am
failing math with a 48%, my mother is hiring a tutor, someone help me please!
Two; I am flat out broke, I
owe 2$ to my sister, and I have no way of earning money.
Three; I need a job.
Four; I'm
not a dancer, I'm a
MUSICIAN, Although I am forced into Cultural dancing,
HELLO, I don't plan on becoming a professional folk dancer!Five; I'm not a very good musician.
Six; I'm the worst
"dedicated" fan on the face of this planet.
Seven; I just realized I get jealous.
Eight;
Single Pringle am I.Nine; Right now I am missing the Oscar Red Carpet.
Ten; I can hardly see through my "new glasses"
Eleven; I'm
not planning to see the Jonas Brothers 3-D.
Twelve; I'm
hardly known at school.
Thirteen; I didn't exactly drop the "
creeper status"
Fourteen; I didn't notice how many failures I've had.
Fifteen; I should do homework, but I left all my books at school.
I am such a dork, but I don't mind, at least I amuse you in a way.
Labels: Falling Face First in a sea of reality.