I walked up to a guy named Tommy, he's in my gym class and has abs like a rock. He is super good looking and sometimes I stare at him in class. I said "Hey, be my boyfriend or I start a rumor about you." Then I wink. He looks back at me and says, "Okay, I'll date you." We exchange numbers and go our separate ways.

Or that's how I thought it would happen. ^ I thought finding a lover would be easy as pie, but, it isn't. I can't even imagine how to talk to a boy! Especially now after the lunch incident, people make fun of me more than ever. This is why I'm a social dud. People don't talk to me, people don't look at me, all they do is laugh at me. They say, "Hey look at Jordyn, what a social dud! HAHAHA!" After they say that I always turn around hoping to see a different Jordyn who really is a social dud.

I have siblings. An older sister who has had about sixty boyfriends, she's a star athlete and beautiful. My brother is in collage and has over 1,000 Facebook friends, he's athlete and handsome. I have about 20 Facebook friends and I made about 18 of the profiles. Each of them have more friends then my real profile. I have a constant status update rate of about 6 a day, on weekends I have more; 10 a day. With each update I have to have enough time to log on to my other 18 fake accounts and like it, and then comment. Sometimes its tricky because I have comment conversations between two of my profiles, so I have to log on and off instantaneously. I don't think people have caught on yet. I have about 300 friend requests pending. 

After the horrible experience last week I have been thinking of a way to get my rep back up. I still sit by myself at lunch and get made fun of for running into Chris. I have made the executive decision to get a boyfriend. After 14 years of waiting I think it might be time. As I'm sure you all know I have amazing looks and am a stud of society; all people know my name. This makes it pretty easy for me to find an attractive lover with abs. I have decided to begin my search soon, but  first I must make my preparations to make my appendices better, you know, more a appealing to the guys. I went to the spa to get my nails done, which was an adventure in itself. After that I went to get my hair cut, which I have never done before. Then, I went to buy a brush (for teeth and hair) and something called shampoo and conditioner. (whatever those are?) Anyways, I'm short on time and have to go beautify. I'll update later to fill you in on my game plan. :)

Today at school was a blow. I wasn't feeling good, I had missed two days in the week already and had a lot of things to catch up on. The day was dragging on until lunch, where I got to sit alone at a table and eat my tuna sandwich. As you know I broke my foot, and have to use crouches; which are very difficult to maneuver through the hall with. Anyway, at lunch I was making my way to my corner table on the far side of the cafeteria and I passed the table where a hot jock named Greg was sitting. He was talking about a girl and I wanted to hear who, so I walked over to the table and just stopped to listen.

As I was standing there behind him, just listening, I heard him say something about a girl named Amanda, who he had a summer romance with earlier in the year. My heart sunk to my feet and I turned to walk away. As I did so Greg's friend, Chris walked right into me. His tray went all over himself and dropped to the floor. For lunch we had apple sauce, pizza, cheese sauce and salsa. All of these foods were scattered and smeared all over Chris's shirt. My face was hot and red and everybody in the cafeteria was looking at me. At that moment I wished I was anywhere but in the cafeteria. I started crying and ran to the bathroom where I finished my meal in the last stall. After the bell rang for class I left the bathroom and ran home where I lay under my covers feeling sorry for myself.

I thought that I was invisible; that nobody could see me. It turns out that I am, but I am still there.



  

Today the weather was really nice; 70's with a slight slight breeze. So, like anybody, I went for a bike ride. The bike path had tons of people. It's kind of awkward when your biking and you experience those two seconds of pure excitement before your fellow biker looks at you as you cross paths. This happens to me often, like a lot, like ALL THE TIME. All of the sudden a person is nearing me and my eyes flicker up to theirs. I give them the up and down quickly to see who it  is and how they look. As we move closer and start to begin making the decision on what to say I can feel the tension on the path. Finally, I decide to say it. "Hi" comes out of my mouth. "Hi." They say without looking up, my self esteem dropped, because I was making direct eye contact. I took my hurt feelings out on my pedals and rode like the wind... Until the next person, I just give a "Hi." and receive a "Hey" back. After that I thought of how the "Hi." that I just gave felt to the other person who I just rode past. "That must have really hurt their feelings." I thought to myself.

 So I decided that when the next person rode by I would say "Hi" and smile, just to make up for the last one.  "Here we go!" I thought to myself, "This is it." I rode right past the person and said hi, which I'm sure made their day. As we got a few inches of distance they said "HI, WHAT"S UP?" Now this threw me off, I was totally of task, I turned around to smile and check the person out, but as I did this I fell and landed on my knee, shoulder and foot. OUCH!!!!! My foot hurt so bad, I almost couldn't feel it. I looked down at my foot to see that it was swollen. I tried to walk, but couldn't. I hit the ground, sobbing and called 911 to help me.

Now I a in the hospital with a broken foot, sprained ankle and a bruised elbow.  :\
Lesson learned- Don't ride bikes and try to be social, that's just too much work. 

I am a reject of society. A high school freshman struggling to find her way. I ride a bus; home from school, from place to place, around town and home from sporting events. (I'm obviously an athlete) On the buses I ride I always sit alone- never by choice, mine anyway, the other passengers, their the ones who choose. At first I would leave the seat next to me open, then I would move over a bit when a friend or potential seat buddy walked near me. They would always glance at the place where I patted my hand and quickly, nonchalantly look away, as if they had seen nothing. Each time I saw this I died just a little inside. After nights of crying myself to sleep I thought of an amazing plan; ask a friend to sit by me. The next day, just before I got on the bus to take me home from school, I was talking to a friend who I thought would be a good candidate to sit next to. I had the plan thought through from second to second. I even thought of ways to sit once she said yes and sat next to me.
 "Laura, would you like to sit by me?" I gave an uneven look, one that gave the impression that I was a child molester.
"Well Jordyn, I think I'm good- Oh, whats that Kim?" She looked at me, smiled and walked away. I honestly didn't even know that we had a girl named Kim at our school.