Hungry and Angry

Approximately three years ago there was one of these crazy days in my adventurous life, when most of my classmates had a common dinner in a pub, while I was ill and staying in bed with my headphones on. Later I learned (not for the last time unfortunatelly) that alcohol can make even very shy friends very talkative.
What happened was, that a very good friend of mine X told a group of my classmatess (including my ex-boyfriend who later brought the news to me) that a very good friend of mine Y was in love with me AND with another of his female friends at the same time. Well, it was kind of shock not only for my ex, but also for me, because if I was not completely sure concerning the first news, I was totally unaware of the second part about the second girl. I was convinced then that this good friend of mine Y would share such a thing with me first and later with friend X, if it was true. So I (How naive!) called my dear friend Y and asked him, if this was true. He got quite angry (and I didn't know just then that it was because the rumours actually WERE true, just then I thought we were just both angry that all the classmates had heard such things) and precisely in his style he wrote a very witty and poeticalinguistically interesting message to friend X, which I am unfortunatelly unable to quote word by word, but it was something like :

"There are only two words in English containing the "ngr" cluster of letters, and as I am not so hungry right now, you can guess what I am and why", just in much more sophisticated way.

I recalled this memory this morning when I woke up (for the first time since I have been eating "carefully") STARVING. I wanted to fool my stomach/brain/whatever by telling it that it can't be starving if my weight is still the same. The surprise was that it actually wasn't. After two weeks of less strict diet than I am on now I have already lost 6.6 pounds (3kg that is).
I can think of many people who may become jealous of my having this bacteria: my sister, my roommate, Katie, maybe even Le Soleil, all those who had the feeling that they should do something about their weight last year. But I can assure you, being hungry is actually very close to being angry not only from the linguistic point of view. If I were you I would keep "reshaping" the body instead of not eating. (Sorry, giving advice to someone who would never read this, and if they did, they wouldn't believe, silly me).

On the plus side, my feeling hungry slightly exceeds my being angry at both my faculty and myself, as I found out just yesterday, that the September exam period is exceptionally short this year, which means that I have actually at least ten days less for my essays than I thought, which gave me almost completely sleepless night, but still no ideas for the thesis'. So I am fooling my being hungry by a painkiller right now, so that I will be able to write, and I am going to use the fear and anger to my advantage.

Essays, here I come!