Stoner tunnel vision, he liked to call it.
Not that it absolved him of any of his crimes. Just because he was mostly unaware that he was doing it didn't make it any less douchey. Some might argue that he was a fool for venturing into the cafeteria after having smoked a full bowl by himself, but it was a matter of logic for him. Munchies, a scholarship that gave him free food in the cafeteria, unlimited soda, ice cream machine. It wasn't the best tasting food in the universe, but again, it was free and that more than he could ask for.
Neither did he have anxiety over being stoned in front of others. In fact he preferred other folks in this state, as it made them easier to manage-- funnier, even. Most of his friendships had begun in this state, actually; he found himself a little more agreeable, a little less jerkish. But it came with its downsides, like stoner tunnel vision.
To be fair, the lines were short today, to the point of often being one or two people maximum. So he just didn't think in the structure of lines so much as a free for all, so much as dodging from one spot to the other to grab the last slice of pizza first, the last of the chocolate chip cookies, the last bit of chili for this concoction of delicious nachos he was making. There were other things, too, but they all ran in a blur on his overloaded tray, his stomach already growling as he wandered over to the soda fountain and grabbed the last clean cup.
"Shit, they're really behind today," he said to no one, laughing to himself as he filled up his cup with ice and soda, taking a pre-game bite of his pizza with his other hand.