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It is high time I reevaluate the importance of lunch in my life. Especially since I'm antithetical to the idea of breakfast, at least when there is no milk on hand for the Cocoa Puffs. I have class every day at noon, which is lunchtime to me; I'm not going to drag my ass over to the campus center before then to eat, because I am lazy, and there's no time after, at least on Tuesdays and Thursdays when I have class at two. So then I'm not actually hungry, in a God-I-need-something-in-mah-belly way, but I walk across the street from art history with my hands shaking and I start to hyperventilate at the sight of the snack machine. Then, appetite insufficiently whetted by crap like pie (pie! $6.40) and Cheetos, I go until dinner, at which point I pile my plate with all sorts of yummy-looking foods, then get extremely grossed out once I start to eat them. It's like I'm hungry, and I know I'm hungry, and I get the headache and the shakes if I haven't eaten much all day, but food is disgusting. All food. Any kind of food, even totally non-threatening foods salad, bread, cheese, pizza. Well, not fruit. But you can't fill up on fruit.
If I were doing this on purpose, it would be a terribly effective diet (minus the crazy snacking I do in lieu of lunch). But I'm not, so it's just weird.
Even now, I'm really hungry, but the thought of eating anything in the room or anything from the snack machine downstairs just turns my stomach.
But it's Wednesday, when I have an hour and a half between lit and polysci, so I will get myself to the Great Room and see if I can't eat cereal or something. Monday I went through pretty much the entire day until the end of class -- 4:30 -- without eating anything but a handful of dry Cocoa Puffs and...yeah. Not a good idea.
I can't talk to my stomach anymore. I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU WANT! TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!!!
Also, I freakin love this puppet!Angel icon. And I changed my default to smiling Norrington, even though I adore my Cordy, because I just could not bring myself to delete him, ever.
ETA: the orange juice addiction is also reaching critical mass. I was home the Sunday before this past one, so that was what, ten days ago. I picked up a 24-pack of ten oz. bottles of Tropicana.
I have six bottles left.
Six.
I managed to go through eighteen bottles of orange juice -- that's 180 ounces of OJ -- in ten days.
It looks like I am subverting my alcoholic genes to a less harmful addiction.
Still. I can't eat, but I can sure as hell chug a month's supply of orange juice in just over a week. If only it could be like those energy shakes, then my strange aversion to food wouldn't matter so much.
If I were doing this on purpose, it would be a terribly effective diet (minus the crazy snacking I do in lieu of lunch). But I'm not, so it's just weird.
Even now, I'm really hungry, but the thought of eating anything in the room or anything from the snack machine downstairs just turns my stomach.
But it's Wednesday, when I have an hour and a half between lit and polysci, so I will get myself to the Great Room and see if I can't eat cereal or something. Monday I went through pretty much the entire day until the end of class -- 4:30 -- without eating anything but a handful of dry Cocoa Puffs and...yeah. Not a good idea.
I can't talk to my stomach anymore. I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU WANT! TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!!!
Also, I freakin love this puppet!Angel icon. And I changed my default to smiling Norrington, even though I adore my Cordy, because I just could not bring myself to delete him, ever.
ETA: the orange juice addiction is also reaching critical mass. I was home the Sunday before this past one, so that was what, ten days ago. I picked up a 24-pack of ten oz. bottles of Tropicana.
I have six bottles left.
Six.
I managed to go through eighteen bottles of orange juice -- that's 180 ounces of OJ -- in ten days.
It looks like I am subverting my alcoholic genes to a less harmful addiction.
Still. I can't eat, but I can sure as hell chug a month's supply of orange juice in just over a week. If only it could be like those energy shakes, then my strange aversion to food wouldn't matter so much.
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