hangry

When I'm at school, I have two basic mindsets when it comes to my fellow university students.  These mindsets are formed regardless of gender, year, major, or even if we're friends or not.  In fact, it really has nothing to do with you.  These mindsets depend entirely on my current mood and whether or not I've eaten within a 2-hour period.  Because for me, my blood sugar determines how friendly I'm going to be in any given situation.

It's not that I have any kind of medical need to eat that often.  I'm not diabetic.  I'm not hypoglycemic.  I know people who are, and they are always pleasant and wonderful.  I don't know how they do it, because when I miss snack time, I get a severe case of the hangries. 

For those of you who don't know, hangry is a term combining the words "hungry" and "angry", and it's a very real emotion.  

Observe.  

Me, when I am well-fed and encounter my fellow students:

 Vs. me when I've forgotten my snack and encounter my fellow students:

All this goes to say that if I pass you at school and don't immediately compare you to a favored dumpling, it's just because I'm a horrible and selfish person who doesn't take the extra effort to be nice when I'm hungry and a little out-of-it.  Basically I'm just calling myself out on this behavior of mine, in the hopes that making its origins public will motivate me into a frenzy of self-improvement. We'll see how that turns out.

On a different note, school is finally picking up a little bit, which is partly why I didn't do a post last week.  My apologies.  I have a handful of (hopefully) amusing stories to share with you people, especially after I get this first project behind me, but they are a bit lengthy and need some time to work on.

Plus I'm a lazy snoodlebumbus and I may or may not just be writing this post to sedate myself into thinking I've fulfilled my blogger's duty for the week.  

Now I must go and bloody my knuckles as I work to finish carving Ferris Bueller out of a piece of plywood.  More on that later.

Cheers!