Sherlock didn’t text John at the fall. He called. How am I only just noticing this?
First world hunger problem.
After frequently forgetting to eat due to distraction, and an overall distaste for eating (because the process is really disgusting when you think about it), I have finally reached the point where I am actually hungry. This, of course, has occurred now that I am finally curled up in bed with my room all to myself, the window open, soft piano music playing, an episode of Sherlock on, Benedict Cumberbatch speaking, and feeling extremely comfortable … aside from hungry.
Now I am working through the ‘five stages of being hungry’.
1. Denial - Feeling hungry but being in denial that the feeling actually exists. “Maybe if I ignore it the feeling will go away.”
2. Anger - Being irritated over the feeling of being hungry. Note that poor mood is not caused by being hungry from low blood sugar or other such things, but is actually directed at the feeling of hunger because of it’s inconvenient timing.
3. Bargaining - Telling yourself that you’ll reward yourself if the hunger goes away, or pleading with your stomach and brain for the feeling to go away. If the last is done verbally and in the presence of humans it often is accompanied by strange looks.
4. Depression - Being depressed that you feel hungry and are going to have to move to get food because you know that is the only logical way the feeling will go away. Doesn’t mean you have to like it though.
5. Acceptance - Accepting that you are hungry and need to get food regardless of how unappealing getting out of bed and eating are. This is usually accompanied by the realization that if you don’t eat you’ll eventually die, and nutrient deficiency can cause health problems.
And that is what I think about when hungry, which is why I should probably go eat right now, but I’m still working my way through denial.
After spending copious amount of time studying for midterms all alone in the peaceful silence of my room, my roommate and her friend decided to grace me with their presence. I feel it unnecessary to elaborate more on why I would find this annoying as I’ve previously expressed how intellectually challenged both of them are. However, I would like to point out to anyone that cares that you are not allowed to complain about the accent of a foreign professor by saying, “She doesn’t talk good English.” Such poor grammar, particularly when the only language you know is English, completely invalidates your point, and proves you are a moron.
I have finally figured out whom my roommate reminds me of. Pansy Parkinson.
That is all.
Lactose intolerance, when one lacks the enzyme lactase.
According to my pre-medical roommate, “A lactose intolerant person wouldn’t have a reaction to pizza because there is no milk in pizza.”
I never would have guessed that there was no milk in pizza.
Day number 164 of my life rooming with a genius.
In other news, I was informed that I have a fever because apparently I was acting like I was high during dinner. Sadly I did not realize I had a fever until it was pointed out that said fever was affecting my behavior. My feverish brain doesn’t recognize that pretending to be a spy and hiding behind a potted plant then using a conveniently placed table advertisement to hide my face to avoid my stalker isn’t an appropriate reaction.
Very little was accomplished in my chemistry lecture today.
However, I did learn some great new chemistry jokes/puns/things. My favourite:
Nerd points go to those that get it.