I mainly stay over at myspace now. But I leave this journal here because it has so many things in it.

"Ok, that whole thing about those two might have a thing for each other. So not true."

"How do you know?"

"They were sitting right next to each other and they both had their legs crossed away from the other person. A strange determining factor, but so true. But. . .what he was doing was watching me with this dreamy melty look in his eyes, while you-know-who whispers things to him and makes similar gestures to what I'm doing. Whisper, whisper, pointing. Pointing! People don't point in your general direction if they're not talking about you. My god, you should've seen that look in his eyes. No wonder he didn't say anything afterward."

"He got all worked up."

"Of course."

"And did you see who he decides to stand right in front of?"

"Uh-huh."

"Denial."

"Drowning."