Wednesday, October 20, 2010

My own Hunger Games

I started reading Hunger Games on Saturday. It's addicting. I heard it would be, so why I decided to read it on Saturday when I had FIVE papers due from Monday to Wednesday perplexes me still. It's a perfect book to read during hunting season. I don't have much to do with go-out-and-shoot-deer hunting, but I heard that October is a big hunting month, and I also learned that the Celtic holiday we now called Halloween was strongly influenced by hunting game for the upcoming winter. So that's why I'm reading Hunger Games. I'm itching to get home to finish the last half! I wish I was this excited to read my history books that line our Ikea bookshelves.

Last night Mark picked me up from the longest day of school (woke up Monday morning at 5:40 a.m., bed that night at 3:30 a.m., woke up Tuesday morning 7:40 a.m.). I had been running on adrenaline to finish the last bits of all these history papers. It was about 7 when he came and got me. Well, for those of you who really know me, I get quiet when it's around 6 or 7. My brain doesn't really work, and neither does my mouth or sense of humor. Even now, Mark still tries to ignore that I'm quiet and is all smiles, giggles and fun. And don't get me wrong, when I'm not hungry and tired I am all for his smiles, giggles and fun, but when it's 7 p.m. and I'm running on 4 hours of sleep, it's time to be quiet. He soon got the hint, and got me home quickly. I thought about Hunger Games at this point--how my version of Hunting is going to school and working my brain really really hard, just as Katniss spends nearly all day going out for the kill to get her daily food supply. I like to tell people that I'm hypoglycemic and must have food every three hours or so to function. This is pretty accurate. So, if any of you see me around and it's before I have eaten lunch or dinner, then don't be offended if I just faintly smile, yawn, and walk to my next location, which is either Cafe Rio or home where chocolate chips reside, thankfully.

1 comment:

  1. haha I have to eat like every two hours or I am grumpy. Yet I still manage to be slightly offended whenever I'm in a bad mood and Colby asks "... so have you eaten anything lately?" even though I know that most of the time he has a valid point. Just feed me all day and let me sleep like 8 hours and I'm a happy camper!