Oh yes, because, it makes so much sense that someone ELSE from capital university (WHO THE FUCK DO I KNOW DOWN THERE?!) would be leaving me messages about a certain someone hating me...and certain messages that I should kill myself. Sounds as if: a) someone is mad because they were falsely accused (HOLY SHIT, that's farmilliar) b) someone is pissed because they got caught and it got blown up all over my other journal. Sorry bitch. Apparently in all your boastings of being a mature college student, you were sent ALL THE WAY BACK TO SEVENTH GRADE, where people posted annoymous stuff about other HUMAN BEINGS on the internet and then wouldn't fess up to it. Whoa shit. And FUTHERMORE: how am I diluted if I said that Andy and I don't talk? We don't. How am I diluted if I said we're not friends? We're not. Same goes for Lee-Anne. ? ? ? the questions just keep on coming...but my biggest one is...how bored did you have to be with your pathetic life to have to ALL THE WAY BACK to my very first xanga entry to find this website? That's rather sad... I think I'll just take a deep breathe and go play lacrosse. by the way: Were you beaten with an ugly stick as a child...or did your miserbale childhood just morph your face like that? Major score points lost from a certain male...damn.