oh, money...

After checking my bank account balance and not being pleased at all, I finally typed up a tentative spending plan: a way to budget my money. It's also not very pleasing, though I suppose I'll be glad in the long run. Ugh. I really hate dealing with money. The way I see it, I have about $200 extra every pay period, after taking out rent and utilities and gas and food and all that. That does not leave me with enough for a car, by the way, unless I skimp in other categories and never buy anything new ever again.

Which I really can't live with. I need spending money. Either that, or I need to figure out how to be content here at home. For some reason, I just really like eating lunch at Provence (for example), and getting coffee at Cafe Coco.

And what about new clothes? Maybe Matt doesn't care how he looks, but I sorta do, and I certainly care about how I look. Most of the time.

I'm fighting responsibility here. Don't want it. I want to go on living in financial oblivion; obviously that isn't really an option. Getting older means that you have to start acting like an adult.

I guess I can clean and do laundry all day. That doesn't sound unappealing, actually: I've been enjoying cleaning lately. Which is strange, I know. Sometimes I think that I'm stranger than I'd ever originally noticed. Hmm.

Actually, I need to go to the DMV to renew my tags. They expire in two days. I can write a check for that, right? Because I sure as hell shouldn't use my debit card....

Kicking and screaming, man. At least I have Matt, who is much more inclined toward financial responsibility than am I. He makes a lot less than I do, too. He's toying with the idea of working at TSU (Tennessee State University) which would be a pay cut...but he'd get free tuition or something. I think it's a bad idea, personally. We'll see.