She's that girl.

You know, the one who you'd expect to see at horrible nu-metal shows. The one who decked herself in those "Can't Sleep Clowns Will Eat Me" t-shirts and stupid bunny slogan buttons from Hot Topic.

She appeared around campus with her gigantic messenger bag, driving me absolutely insane from the thousands of stupid keychains hanging down to the ground. That sound...the clattering of little teddy bears on keyrings hitting together drove me nuts every time I'd run into her.

So of course, I return to campus for one ****ing night over the summer. And there she is on Wallace Street, clattering me back into my personal hell.

I want to rip her keychains out like her strands of hair. One. By. One.