Some people...

...are really starting to get on my nerves. Especially when they see you as their single tangible link to the guy they apparently "love," just because he looks like a famous popstar, or rather, franchise. "Punch me, [insert friend's name here]," she says every day in the hallway as I pass by. "Punch me now." And just as I get close, "Oh, Emily, see how I'm so abused all the time?" Yeah, okay. Oh, and drawing me weird pictures when you have free time? Not really going to do you that much good, hate to break it to you. No, I won't sign your summer shirt. Oh, you caught me when I wasn't doing anything... Crap in a drawer. *scribble scribble* "I don't think this pen works..." Thank the Lord that school is finally out and next year, maybe she'll be over the Jonas brothers and me. Rant.