It's Emily and Delaney's fault. I blame them completely. They both went home this weekend, and failed to take me with them. Delaney went home without even telling me, so I never even had the chance to ask her for a ride. Emily, on the other hand, DID inform me that she was going home. So I asked her if I could get a ride with her. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: Are you doing anything exciting this weekend? (Note: This was a sarcastic question. I didn't genuinely care.)
Emily: Oh, I'm actually going home.
(My spirits lifted. I was going to get to go home!)
Me: Oh, can I ride with you?
(Emily did this facial expression thing where she sort of looked apologetic but really on the inside I knew she wasn't sorry and was kind of enjoying the fact that she could make me miserable.)
Emily: Er, noooo.
Me: Wait, really?
Emily: Yeahhh, sorry.
Me: Um, why?
Emily: Erm, because I'm really looking forward to driving home on my own. I get to sing along to my songs when I'm alone.
Me: Well it sure didn't stop you from singing when I rode with you last time.
Emily: Blah blah blah blah blah.
Anyway, the short and short of it all is that no one would take me home, even though I pay for gas when they do! People can just be horrible at times. And I'm trapped. Stuck. Held hostage. Bored out of my mind.