i was in biology today and a couple of friends of mine were playing with glitter glue. i fucking hate glitter. so does byron. so on the way to lunch, one of the said friends decided to tell byron that i have glitter. i told him immediately that it was a lie, but he refused to believe it. therefore, i was ignored and eventually yelled at because of the false believe that i had glitter in my possession. i felt that i was baby-sitting a 3 year old when really he is 17 years old. "i don't even want to stand next to you". well thank you, byron. i hate you too.