My violent friends

Albert

How dismal is my formspring page? I have had three questions asked:

1. Are you gay?
2. hi, i am wondering if you have any assessments left and would like to come to the libz with me. from phyllis
3. hi i am a huge fan, whats ur internet provider?

In summary, the questions posed were from:

• Someone who thought it'd be funny to question my sexuality ALTHOUGH I TOTALLY KNOW IT WAS YOU EMILY. She was the first person to post and proceeded to tell me to 'guess' which question was hers after doing so...
• Someone who wanted to ask me to study but couldn't be fucked to call or text me instead.
• Someone who wanted to make further mockery at my situation (thanks Katherine).

HAHAHAHHAHA I HATE YOU ALL.

Also, I've noticed two things that happen whenever my friends and I head out. The process of piling into the car and getting to our destination is always brewing with tension. Observations:

1. There's some intense shit in the air before getting into the car. Everyone suddenly goes extremely quiet (the calm before the storm?) and bodies are then erratically flung and propelled through the air. 99% of the time, it's because we know we're all going for shotgun or any OTHER seat but the bitch seat (i.e. the seat in the middle). We lock car doors, we wrap ourselves up in our seat belts and basically, latch onto anything to hold on to for dear life. I once loss the initial round of this battle and after my friends had secured their seat belts on, I was forced into the middle seat. Then a friend next to me was involved in some heated discussion (probably about something irrelevant like fictitious animated characters) and was up on his seat. I used this opportunity to UNDO his seat belt and slid over to his spot, thereby winning. Moral of the story: I'm nobody's bitch.
   
2. Music. We always fight over the stereo. Is it just my friends and I or does it happen to everyone else as well? We would practically be punching each other out to get our iPod or song of choice playing on the stereo. My friend keeps the iPod in between her crotch so I won't make any overt attempts to grab it. But who are we kidding? I'm a wild woman. Vivian be warned, one of these days, I will just make my move...You do what you gotta do, right? It's not my fault everyone else has crap taste in music - HA!
   

Of course, the adult thing to do in both these situations would be to have some sort of rotational and democratic system. But nah. We'd rather fight over it. Every. Single. Time.