i promise i'm not a stalker

I like randomly clicking through recent flickr photos and looking at the blogs of complete strangers. Apparently, a friend of one of these complete strangers happens to be a froshie at Yale. And is in Calhoun, according to her lj entry detailing a conversation with her dean, formerly my dean. It's a strange sense of deja vu, because people I know may know her (other than my dean, who I already know knows her, obviously). And I only clicked on her lj because it sounded like one of someone I actually knew, and I was wondering if it was an alter-ego of sorts. Really.