life is pretty funny

...So I'm just settling down from having the most fantastically entertaining experience at Shafer with miss Taryn Dee. It was her first time to Shafer and her eyes were aglow and as big as saucers because hey, free food is free food. (I recommend to NOT try the battered catfish this week)
So we're sitting at a table and this girl sits down at a table nearby. Her outfit is pretty strange. She had bunched up her low v-neck purple shirt in the MIDDLE of her boobs and had it fastened with a hairtie. She sits down with this enormous bowl full of what looks like bird excriment which consisted of garbanzo beans, shredded cheddar cheese, and some green stuff. She sits down and stares at her bowl of puke with a huuuge grin on her face like she's just won a million dollars and it's in that bowl. Then she takes the salt shaker and with each and every bite, she shakes the salt shaker about ohh... 10 or 11 times onto every forkfull and gleefully piledrives her face with the artery-clogging concoction.
THEN, my friends, and this is Taryn's account, I unfortunately had my back turned when this moment ensued, but the girl dumps the food out onto the table (and good god how many icky frosh have eaten on that same table?), then proceeds to mush her food up with her hands, then scrapes it back into her bowl and continues to eat it, foregoing the pepper and sticking with her trusty salt. She breaks out into loud laughter sessions throughout all of this, as if trying to cover every bite with salt is some sort of game and dying is the winning prize. Jesus.
Taryn and I couldn't stop laughing, and one of us will likely put a missed connections post about her, but I also got worried and thought she was slightly ill or perhaps suicidal and this was her last meal. She disappeared before too long, leaving her salt-soaked goolash on the table for some poor VCU dining service employee to clean up. Garbanzo beans were sprinkled all over the floor and table, and I watched as a young employee glanced at the food, then glanced at me, and we exchanged the same disgusted expression with each other. I saw her cursing under her breath as she scraped the pile of shit into the trash. Poor lady.
GOD I couldn't stop laughing. It has pretty much made my week.

Taryn and I spent a good 2 hours just pigging out and relaxing at Shafer and come to find out, (as if I didn't love Taryn enough already), she and I know a TON of the same people from elementary/middle/high school. We both went to Bonnie Brae Elementary, and it turns out we had a lot of the same teachers and friends and accquaintances. The milk pouches, that poor suicidal kid, Alexis Deibler, Taylor Pool, and so many more memories are shared by the both of us and I've only met this girl, what, like a year and a half ago? I'd like to think our friendship was in the hands of fate and destiny, because it's creepy just how similarly we grew up. We both feel like we have known each other for years, when in reality we met because we dated the same guy. I can't help but laugh so hard about all of it, all the irony of Miah, and the incredible friendship that has come out of it. We must have passed each other in hallways or had the same exact friends but it took 12 years for us to meet! I'm in disbelief. Just like when Lauren Fukumitsu, an old friend from the same elementary/middle school, started dating my boyfriend's best friend.
I wonder how Mr. Ibbotson is doing.