No not that time of the month.

Although that is approaching too! Jesus.

No, I am talking about the broke time of the month. This is the time of the month where I sit by the mailbox waiting for my check to come, looking like a puppy begging for a treat, or one of those kids who you can feed for 17 cents a day.

And not that kind of check either. Geez, I might be ghetto fabulous but I am not on The Welfare.

No, it's the stipend check from my scholarship. The check that is supposed to allow me to pay my living expenses for 30 days, which usually is good for about 20 of those 30 days. The last 10 days I eat whatever is on sale at the grocery store, and towards the last two or three days, it's Ramen all the way, baby.

I shouldn't be whining, I should be glad I don't have to work double shifts anymore, no getting up at 6 a.m. and staying up until 2 a.m., no more ulcers, much less stress. But when your dinner choices consist of Oriental Flavor or Chicken Flavor, I think whining should be allowed. And it's my fucking diary so I can bitch about whatever I want anyway. So there.

I'm allowed to work while on this scholarship, but only for 20 hours a week. Guess who is hiring people for 20 hours a week? NOBODY, that's who. And my classes are during the day, and at night, and some weekends, so I have no reliable schedule.

Bitchity bitch bitch whine.

In other news, I am trying to plan a vacation for Thanksgiving, so I am holding myself to a stricter budget this month, which means I better start making my own lunches and taking them to school so I'm not blowing 6 bucks a day on junk. Goodbye, Burger King..I hardly knew ye. My jeans will thank me though.

As soon as I think my knee is ok enough to start working out again, I'm going to do that too. I thought it was pretty much healed, until I was walking across the living room to put my mail away and ended up sprawled out on the floor.

Didn't spill my soda though!