Okay, so I'm a little bitter. Just a little.
Then we have another one of those snippet lead-in montages where a bunch of the students talk about the theme. The Guy I Don't Know says he hates the winter formal because he thinks it's stupid; Kaytee says, "I'm not going to winter formal because [sad-yet-slightly-disgusted-face] why would I?" (awwwwww); Abby says that she's dateless so far, which kinda sucks (yeah? So do you, Abby. It's called karma, you self-centered whiner -- LOOK IT UP. God, I hate her); Saran-Wrap says that she and Robby decided to go to the formal at the last minute (way to romance her, Roadster); some girl I don't know says she's going with Gus; and some other guy I don't know, WHO'S IN HIS SHOWER, says, "I hope she doesn't, like, put the moves on me." Ew. And EW THAT YOU'RE INTERVIEWING YOURSELF IN THE SHOWER. Double ew.
Back at Singers Central, Suzy's telling us that she tried to really encourage herself about this audition and make herself believe that she can do it. "In order for me to have a happy life," she says, "I have to be a singer." We hear bits of her audition, and she's not bad; in fact, she's got a lovely voice. And she's got a lovely face. And she's a lovely person. Suzy! Call me! You need about eighteen doses of self-love, girlfriend. Truly.
After the weekend, Tiffany tells us that she had the worst weekend ever. It turns out that Drew invited her over to his house, but when she got there, Drew was with another girl. "I was so hurt," she says, "I felt like my heart had just been stomped on." So, she wrote him an email, and he wrote her back and basically said that he's got something going with this chick, but that doesn't mean he doesn't value her friendship and that he loves her like a sister.
What. A crock. Of shit. Little pisher. I mean, really. What a little tool. Talk about your world-class wankers. I wish he would die. RIGHT NOW. Oh, I'm all good enough to hang out with, I'm just a wonder to behold, you can tell me anything, I'm such your best friend, you value me above all else, but, you know, YOU DON'T WANT TO KISS ME OR ANYTHING. Spineless dickwad.
But I'm not bitter.
"'I love you like a sister'," quotes Tiffany. "Don't tell me that, okay? Like, you weren't lovin' me like a sister two weeks ago!" Heh. Then Tiffany's friend is filming her as she goes off on Drew and says that they were "friends 'with benefits.'" Oh, man. I know whereof she speaks. Hello, Hank4, anyone? Dude. Hank4. Over here. Read up, man. Because your "benefits" are no longer available. Grab some Astroglide and a Penthouse and call it a night, because you will get no "Regina Love" anytime soon. Try me.