Pokemon#1

My Face When...

I learned my friend's are teaching me how to dance.

Okay, this is a little different from the posts that I usually do. This may or may not turn into a weekly thing for the blog. If it does, I'll let you know. It'll be like... My weekly rant? Yeah. I'll keep you posted

ANYWHORE.

So, my friend Sensei(You'll understand why her fake name is sensei in a minute or two) was like "Hey! I'm gonna talk in an urban voice brah!" My initial response was this:

._. NIEN!

So, we argued for a few minutes and we came to an agreement:

If I dance with her at school on Monday, she won't talk in an Urban voice. At that point I was kind of like: 

Of course, then I remembered the awful fact that no matter how hard I tried...I can never dance.

No popping.

No samba.

Tango.

Freestyle.

Booty Dancing.

Absolutely NONE of that... None.

None.

Of course, she's not gonna give up on the thought of teaching me how to dance. I don't have anything against people teaching me how to dance, but I started to decline a little bit 'cause I know they'll fail. 

What did Sensei do? 

Got JESS involved. 

Now, if you read the post about 'My boyfriend can move his hips better than me.' 

Yeah... that was about  Jess. 

So, now I'm just kinda screwed. 

So, sensei. If you happen to read this...

x_x 

Good

Luck!

~ Astridskye/B.R.A