Really have to get to a computer today as I've got other homework to do too. I'm also going to WORK OUT.
Eventually I have to get my shit together, money-wise, so that I can move. I'm pretty sure I'll do it. If I've got at least two more years of school in this city, I may as well live someplace I enjoy. Of course the actual act of moving is a bitch, and I refuse to do it myself. So that's another three- or four-hundred dollars for a moving company. The kitties chewed up the offer letter from the leasing office--do you think that's a sign?
6:25 PM
Took a nice nap with my kitties pressed against me. I finished my watercolor but I can't figure out how to coordinate the rest. I need to eat something, shower and get to a computer. I don't feel like working out, though, so should I just go ahead and shower up and then work out tomorrow? Eh, just let me go to Taco Smell and then I'll figure things out. I look like hell but that's what drive-through windows are for. Slap on a baseball cap and away we go.
Now Newman's on my lap. I wonder why he's being so lovey today?
8:14 PM
Looks like that creepy white guy isn't working there anymore -- good.
Peep likes to camp out on top of my monitor, where it's warm (obviously, I don't have a flat-screen). She tucks her little forelegs under her and then dozes with her head up, like the Sphinx. She's so cute. What's really funny about the cats is that, unlike the dogs, they don't seem to hold it against me when I bathe them.
I love to fantasize about what I'd do if I won the lottery or something (who doesn't?). First, I'd pay all my debts. If there's any money left--ha--I'd buy a house, maybe. Or maybe not because then there's homeowner's associations and property taxes and stuff. But I'd definitely move somewhere else, as in, a different neighborhood. I'd continue with my education at my current university and then pursue my master's in another state. Shit, maybe go for my Ph.D.--why not? My car is fine so I don't need a new one, but maybe I'd get it detailed. If I moved somewhere with extensive public transportation, I'd get rid of the car altogether. I'm clueless and have little to no preferences in regards to home décor, so Ikea is still satisfactory for me. If I have any tastes at all, they'd be described as minimalist, so I wouldn't redecorate. I would, however, hire some domestic help! I'd have a good accountant to advise me what to do with my money, how to invest it and whatnot. I'd pay my parents back for their financial help, and I'd give to reputable charities involving animals and/or children in need. Above all, I'd keep a low profile so people wouldn't know I have a bunch of money. I wouldn't go around dripping in diamonds and posing for the press like some camera whores we all know. Oh, oh! I'd have access to an Olympic-sized pool --indoors, of course-- so I could swim laps! And a state-of-the-art fitness facility. Maybe one of the few trappings I would indulge in would be facials and massages and things like that. Overall, though, I'm a no-frills kind of person. Oh, but wait! I'd get surgery so I wouldn't need glasses anymore, and I'd get plastic surgery to correct my acne scars. But that's all the plastic surgery I'd do; I'm not interested in becoming a poster child for awfulplasticsurgery.com. I'm cool with my appearance otherwise, even my crow's feet. I want to age with dignity, not desperately clinging to some by-gone youth. There's no need since I don't make my living in the entertainment industry.
I guess for people who come into money, it becomes difficult to maintain the same values. I'd like to believe that I wouldn't be one of them, but one never knows until one's in that situation. Some values I'd like to hang onto would be loyalty, honesty, kindness, fidelity, and the pursuit of personal betterment. Some traits I'd like to avoid would be excessive suspicion of others (although a bit of guardedness would be prudent), miserliness or its opposite, being a spendthrift, taking things for granted, and looking down at others. The privileged walk in their own circles, where there's undoubtedly a subtle but refined code of behavior, such as how one dresses, the topics of conversation, and which parties to attend. Personally, I dislike affected and supercilious people and would not care to associate with them. It would be tempting to give in to the "idle rich" lifestyle, laying in bed and eating bon-bons all day, but such a waste of life and wealth would be a sin. One would hope I'd use my resources to do something with myself and make a contribution.
See, I've got everything figured out. So where's the money? I guess this topic came up because in sociology we're talking about "material and non-material culture."
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 11:35 AM
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