This depressing sight is my fridge.  The only things that are even mine are the butter, broccoli, carrot, and Coke Zero.  Everything else was inherited from the previous owners.  

[Assurance to my parents so they don’t think I’m starving: It would appear as though I do not eat, which is definitely not the case.  I’ve just found eating out way more convenient, and it’s hella cheaper and healthier than in the States.  I guess I do have a desire to cook, but not after I get off work at 7 and have 40 essays to grade.  It’s usually not this empty, which is why its current state of desolation warranted a picture.]