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Singing. There are no words in the english language to describe how completly and utterly horrible I am at singing.
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Geometry. I just can’t do it. A good friend of mine, who is a math genius, tutors me and it helps but her patience is wearing thin and I am not sure how much longer she will put up with me. Hopefully at least until midterms…
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Dancing. Kind of goes with singing.* I can’t dance*. At all. 'Nuff said.
Of course, as soon as I hit sumbit, I will think of more…
Stuff not in the “getting things done” category:
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[li]Parallell parking. I suck at that.[/li][li]I don’t know how to clean my windows without streaking.[/li][li]Fixing things. I always seem to screw them up even worse.[/li][li]Walking in high heels. I look like a moron.[/li]I can’t put my hair in a French twist. It’s too damn straight.
Bowling
Billiards - what IS it with vectors anyway?
Swimming - Don’t look at me to save you from drowning. I have enough trouble keeping my own body afloat.
Training dogs - One syllable out of my father’s mouth and his dogs would stop dead in their tracks and come slinking back with their tails between their legs. When I call my dogs (I’ve had 2), they look back and wave.
Life
Oh, and Math. I’m sure there’s a connection
I really suck at making friends.
However, I’m actually lucky because hubby is the opposite. He’s always everyone’s Best Man, choice for godfather, etc. So I get to have friends anyway because I’m his wife. But on my own, forget it.
sex
talking to starngers
anything that requires using tools
Shamefully bad at finding a relationship. In fact, I’ve never had a gf and i’m 20 years old.
[li]being organised[/li][li]maths[/li][li]drawing[/li]finding lost things
Math: multiplication. I have worked my butt off at school just to be able to get a C in, get this, BASIC MATH! I feel so ashamed (but also quite happy that I get to go to the next Math class and not have to take this one over).
Handling anything with glue. This is a lifelong thing. I simply cannot paste anything without it being a huge mess. I type labels at work and someone else sticks them. When someone sent me some really great CD labels to go on some CDR’s I have, I ended up having my neighbor’s 8 year old son stick them on. He thought it was hillarious, particularly when I bought him an ice cream for doing it.
I cannot handle paste, glue, etc. Just cannot.
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[li]Dancing - unless we’re doing the Herman Munster Stomp[sup]TM[/sup][/li][li]Bowling - the only strike I’ve ever gotten was in someone else’s lane[/li][li]Parties - I make a good wall decoration.[/li][/list=1]
I’m going to stop now - I’m getting depressed.
Intimacy.
Oops, I said too much, gotta go!
Sports. (Not only am I terminally unathletic, I have some sort of mental block when it comes to understanding the rules.)
Music.
Drawing.
Chess. (The last time I played, I lost to my eight-year-old cousin. Not pretty.)
Cleaning, including the all-important step of perceiving that something needs to be cleaned.
Making small talk.
Approaching strangers.
Job interviews.
Saying things that I know are going to hurt people, even when they have to be said. (This afternoon, I will have to look one of my students in the eye and tell him he cannot possibly pass the class. Ugh. Just give me a shot of something that will knock me out for the next four hours, OK?)
I’m disgustingly good at games requiring spatial skills, i.e., billiards, bowling, darts, etc. I can kick all your asses.
but…
I suck loudly at strategy games. I seem to have a complete inability to think more than 1 or 2 moves ahead. Chess will forever be beyond my grasp. Games like Age of Empires and Civ III reveal a strong streak of masochism in me in that I find them highly addictive yet my game play is barely competant. Sigh.
I also suck at quitting smoking. You’d think I’d be a master by now, considering how many times I’ve done it.
I can’t sing worth a damn either.
I think you and I should go karaokeing sometime. 
I can’t sing, either. But that doesn’t stop me from doing it. I actually went to a karaoke bar the other night (thinksnow can attest to this), and sang the female part of Paradise by the Dashboard Light. Except I sound more like Gordon Gano than anyone else.
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[li] Pretty much anything artistic (can barely draw a stick figure)[/li][li] Dancing (the wife and I did take dance lessons before our wedding, just don’t ask me to do any more than the couple of steps I learned to get through the “first dance”)[/li][li] Doing things ahead of time[/li][li] balancing my checkbook[/li][li] sticking to an exercise program[/li][/ul]
There’s plenty more, but I’m demotivated enough right now, I think.
What I probably suck at the most is fixing things. It doesn’t help that I have little patience with anything that breaks on me in the first place. If I do attempt to fix it, I end up getting flustered and making the problem worse.
Other things I am woefully inept at doing:
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[li]Shuffling a deck of cards[/li][li]Keeping a house clean.[/li][li]Washing dishes by hand (my glasses always have spots all over them, no matter what I try to do)[/li][li]Getting dates (I gave up on this one several years ago).[/li][li]Writing legibly[/li][li]Remembering people’s names[/li][li]Sports. I was never cut out to be an athlete. As a consequence I am not a fan of most sports, either.[/li][/ul]
I should also add that I was 7 or 8 before I could tie or lace my shoes.
There are also the things I feel I am pretty good at:
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[li]Doing math in my head. For example, I can add a list of numbers without the aid of a calculator or by using pencil and paper.[/li][li]Music. I can identify the note of any tone I hear and can play a few instruments by ear. I don’t read music as well, however.[/li][li]Remembering numbers. I retain old phone numbers, recall dates of specific events, etc.[/li][li]Being at work every day (and on time). I went through all 12 years of school without missing a day. In my 13 years of employment with various companies, I have only called in sick once.[/li][/ul]
speling
Anything musical. As a rule, I never sing because I know I can’t. I can’t dance, either. When I’m on a dance floor, people ask “Why aren’t you dancing?” even though I insist I am.
Golf. Can’t play the game. Can’t remember the rules. Look awful in plaid pants :). Oh and I hate that damn game! Which is a good thing cause I suck at it.