i have a story about michelle.

last night, while i was procrastinating on writing my paper in the lounge, Abigail came downstairs and there was another boy sitting in the lounge as well. They were kind of talking, and Abigail's was talking about her roommate from freshman year. Her name was Michelle. It turns out that Michelle left Truman after two years becuase she hated it here. Also, Michelle and this boy were from the same town. He asked Abigail "did she have a brother named (i don't remember)?" Abigail was like "yes. yes, she did." and so, she said that she went to a small school in St. Louis, to which he asked "SLU?" "No, no it was a small program with a communications program" and i'm like "WOAH NOW! Was this, by chance Fontbonne?" "yeah" "Holy Crap! I know who you're talking about! She's a friend of my friend!" and it was strange walt-disney "small world" goodness/weirdness.