Antisocial

I am in the library blaring Metallica (St. anger) on my Mp3. It smells like onions in here, and there is a damn freshman bothering me with his presence. Honestly, when I'm attempting to tell other people about this blog, LEAVE ME ALONE. There is nothing I hate more than people that hang around like a bad smell while I'm trying to do something. It bothers me, and when I'm bothered, I get a hot temper. Yes, I'm antisocial. I bame other people for this blessing/curse. But if any of you should have the insane luck to meet me in person, do keep your common sense and stay away from me when I am typing something. I feel really bad when I get angry at my friends. hahaha, jk. I wouldn't give a shit who it was, I'd tell you off right there. My friends Thomas, Fausto, Jimmy, and Marvin would be the only exceptions in this rule. I must go and yell at some people now. I NEED TO SET MY ANGER FREE