Saturday, April 16, 2005

A bit about the monotony of everyday life.

There's getting up in the morning, driving to work, sitting at my desk, eating lunch, more sitting, driving home, being lazy, making dinner, and going to bed, only to do it all over again. Everyone knows this song and dance.

I have absolutely got to figure out how the hell to work in some exercise. I'd consider even a stupid workout machine dealie that I can stick in my room and use while watching TV. I've been perusing craigslist for such a device. I tried getting up early to walk around the neighborhood and jump rope, but it lasted for three days and I felt exhausted from getting up even half an hour earlier than usual. Going out after work is...unappealing, and I fucking hate the gym. Don't even suggest biking to work: it's 12 miles each way, fraught with danger, and I feel unsteady on a cycle. So while my diet is about as healthy as I'd like it to be (maaaaybe a few too many snacks, but even then), I am one of the bemoaned inactive Americans contributing to the obesity statistics you hear so much about.

Also, I blame living in the suburbs. The suburbs suck really hard in a lot of ways.

And I am full of excuses.

God, KQED is running calls from people suggesting their favorite places to run in San Francisco. Guilt, guilt, guilt. Running is bad with boobs, though.

I am, in a lot of ways, filled with loathing for my current situation, and though I'm not entirely powerless to get out of it, I feel a sense of obligation to keep at it, at least for awhile. Maybe things will improve, or I'll at least feel better about them.

Our lawn requires mowing (supposedly according to the laws of the City of Milpitas). We do not want to mow it because we are lazy and it is very, very tall. I refuse to do it; Kevin said he would, once, last Sunday, "after [he] eats." He ate after dark and went to work and did not mow the lawn. I think we should just hire someone, seriously, because fuck it. I also think people who rent houses should just hire people as part of the lease if they want things done right, but what do I know? I am just a lazy non-homeowner.

Finally, I watched two movies so far this week:

Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, which I really want to watch with my nieces, for some reason, and think I would have loved to see as a kid. It's a nice little movie. Normally I have zero interest in anime, but I have loved all Miyazaki I've seen.

Bad Education, Almodovar's latest, which has a male lead character for once. (He may have other movies with a male lead, but I've seen more than a few of his movies and they all had female protagonists.) It's an interesting story involving a priest abusing a choirboy and breaking him up from his beloved peer, then writing a story about it as an adult. I'm not sure how it got the NC-17 rating, though, because the sex was no more explicit than a lot of R movies. Maybe because it was gay sex, that is somehow more graphic. Whatever. I'm over 17 and can watch whatever the fuck I want to.

3 comments:

Christine said...

Must...hold...boobs...when... running! But not in public, of course. Must get good sports bra to do that for you.

I hear you on the exercise thing. It takes so much time when you can't find a convenient way to work it in to your commute.

Julie said...

The rating was probably because of the nature of the sex (involving a priest). Priest sex is naughtier.

emily said...

yeah, but the graphic sex wasn't even with a priest (or current priest). though i guess maybe it was the part with the (i think) older teenager and former priest. they never showed priest-on-10-year-old action, really.