Paying Bills

“There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you dare not start.” - Charles Baudelaire

Three day weekends are always nice. I enjoyed mine, but I don’t have anything too exciting to report. I sold my Razr for $120 which helped defray the cost of my Sprint Treo. I probably could of asked for more, but I felt that was a fair amount. I was sad to see it go since I had been using a razr for at least 2 years and I was used to it. Now I have this brick of a Zack Morris phone, but the size is outweighed by all the cool things it can do.

Monday night I had dinner with Julia. I hadn’t seen her in a very long time. I caught her up on my life and she caught me up on all she has been up to. I feel like I totally monopolized the conversation and talked too much, but she is really nice and a good listener. I guess that is why she is my friend. The drive to Maryland over the chain bridge was packed with traffic and it reminded me of how much I didn’t like driving up to Wisconsin. The trip this day went by quickly, probably because I was on the phone.

Mark and I opened up our bills and found out that our light was turned off Oct 6th, which was last week. We still had light, but had a $596 bill since it hadn’t been paid since July. I won’t explain how that happened, but we got all our bills paid, and that hurt the pocketbook, but it feels good to be current on utilities. I hate having outstanding debts.

This week I have my back to back all day of class marathon. We have a Monday schedule on Tuesday, so Monday Wednesday becomes Tues Weds. This isn’t very fun, but once this is over, I won’t have to worry about having back to back days of class again. I need to start planning my attack for finals and figuring out which classes I’m taking next semester.

I’ve been talking with Maria on my message board about my views of when my real life starts. This issue comes up a lot because I always feel like I’m in some sort of race where at the finish line there lies something wonderful for me. It’s the trip, not the destination is something easy to say, but hard to live. Maybe it comes from the idea of heave you are given as a child. Once you life your good life, then your real life will start when you die and go to heaven where you will just have complete happiness. I feel like I want to take steps to more fully appreciate my life as I life it instead of my life in retrospect. I love my experiences I have had from childhood, high school, college and post college. But at the time I was always looking forward and focusing on all that sucked about each period. Yeah there were things that sucked, but my memories are mainly positive and the hurtful memories don’t have the same sting they had at the moment. It is like thinking, well if I weighed 50 pounds more, I’d be estatic to be at my current weight. Not that you should trick yourself to being content with your current weight, but knowing that it could be worse, so don’t focus on the negative thoughts and just do what you can to improve it. Instead you can just ignore it and it will get worse and you will secretly feel worse about yourself.

Lies, Baby, Lies.