Pesticide

Two more weeks until I can finally eat something. I'm so hungry. It's legit this time. It's not because I bought too much clothes or anything stupid like that. I spent $1000 on car maintenance and $3000 on co-payment for getting sliced open (can you believe the total was $6000?), so where does that leave me? I'm literally staring at the $3.64 sitting in my checking account right now and feeling sorry for myself. After eating one apple and one yogurt per day for the past week I've realized that it's really not necessary to eat much and still survive; however, I am getting sick of apples and yogurt. I just... want a salad. :(

I was reading the news (because that's what I do for fun) and there was this ridiculous article about a train molester in Asia. Who said news isn't entertaining?
"Pervert! Stop him! He tried to molest me!"
"Wait, no. This is all a misunderstanding! I'm sorry, I meant to molest the woman next to you with the mini skirt on."

At least he's honest. I think I've been hanging out too much recently. I'm not normally this social. The truth is people probably only come over to see me because they want to play with Soybean. I wish he would stop growing. I should really work on my presentation since it's on Wednesday, but my TA has yet to respond to my email (surprise, surprise), so I'm sitting here refreshing the page while counting dots on my wall.