Each Day, Another Story

So I haven't gathered thoughts in a while. What now? MSA is one of the best experiences ever to change a person. I don't want to get into that right now, though. Well, not many details at least.

Monday morning, I'm walking to my minor for the first time, and I'm bitching about how I want to find people who play DDR. I'm obviously pissed, and I already swearing about it. This one girl, Megan, overhears me and tells me she plays DDR and such. Coincidentally, I later find out she's in my minor. Major irony of situation.

---end, incomplete (lights out; sleep)---