Bruises

Do you ever look down and see a big bruise on your leg and have no idea how it got there? Or you touch your elbow and realize it is tender, but you've only a vague recollection of banging it sometime earlier in the week?

I find it interesting that sometimes the marks of things that have hurt us in the past, last long after the pain is done and gone.

Psychic Pizza Delivery

Earlier this evening, I was contemplating food. I do that sometimes, especially when I am too lazy to actually make myself anything that requires more than 2 minutes of prep time.

"Wouldn't that be fun to order something and have it delivered?" I thought. "Like maybe pizza?"

But pizza is not all that healthy, and not all that cheap, and I'm not always in the mood for it, so I gave up thinking about food and got back to my homework.

A couple hours later, I heard a knock at my door.

"Did someone just knock on my door?" I wondered. This is not as stupid a thing to wonder as you might think, because my door is kind of out of the way, and people don't generally knock on it.

Then my doorbell rang.

"Oh, I guess they did."

I was wearing my pink pajama pants with little dogs on them, a Rutgers t-shirt (to help me get excited about my schoolwork, get it?), my green-and-blue flannel nightgown, and my giant fuzzy tiger slippers that Queen Tuffett gave me for Christmas. Yes, I answered the door dressed like that.

"Hi, did you order a pizza?"

A man stood on my doorstep, holding a big red pizza bag, and wearing a shirt that said Big Daddy's Pizza.

"No," I said, "I didn't order a pizza."

"This is (address)?" he asked.

"Yes, but this is (apartment). The other apartment is around the corner."

"They told me to come to this door."

"Oh. No, I didn't order a pizza."

"Ok."

He pulled out a phone and said thanks as I closed the door.

...

I should've asked him what kind of pizza it was. No, I should've just said, "How much do I owe you?" and bought the pizza and eaten it. Too bad I'm not that kind of adventurous person.

What a bizarre thing. It wouldn't be half so bizarre if I hadn't thought about it earlier, and even thought about how if someone did try to deliver a pizza here, they'd probably go to the wrong door first.

Weird.

It Doesn't Get Any Better Than This

Today on my way to work I saw this cab in front of me:

I sincerely hope that's not true.

Look at the bumper sticker too:

CAB DRIVERS WANTED

Live the Dream!

Granted, there's nothing wrong with being a cab driver, but... Live the Dream? That ad campaign never should have been approved.

Rachmaninoff

One thing I love about listening to Rachmaninoff is that I always know when the piece is over.

Bathroom Talk

You know, for as many things as are wrong with my house--front door sticks and makes a horrific noise, faucet handle goes around and around without stopping, roof and shower both leak, walls are bending and cracking and have lots of holes, house is slanted, etc., etc. (I could go on)--my toilet is really very efficient.

I have an awesome toilet.

(And sometimes that makes a big difference.)

Motivation and Exercise

To say that I loathe exercising would be putting it mildly.

I'm not particularly against exercising, I just like to be active as I do things I actually care about. For example, I love running around with Queen Tuffet's kids, dragging them back and forth across the backyard in their wagon, or chasing them at the park. I love taking dogs for walks (although I don't actually own a dog, so I don't do this often). I like playing ultimate frisbee (although I haven't done so in years), and I like climbing things I'm not supposed to climb (so I don't do that often either). I generally don't like walking unless a) I have no homework and no items on my to-do list (ha ha ha); b) I am walking with someone and we can talk and enjoy each other's company; c) I am on a treadmill and reading a book or watching something worth spending the time to watch.

In other words, I don't like wasting time on exercising. And yes, I know there are physical benefits and all that, I'm just talking about exercising versus stuff that I have to do. I'm not going to get a lower grade if I don't exercise, but I will get a lower grade if I don't do my homework.

Basically, I don't exercise, and I have a desk job. I've been trying to figure out now, for several months, how to motivate myself. I want to get moving, I just have no intrinsic motivation whatsoever. None. I am motivated by external factors, and always have been.

Then, last week, I got an idea. Last week, I purchased this:

Oh yeah.

Currently, this box is sitting on my coffee table, gathering dust. It is unopened, and will remain so until I earn it. I have a system I made up for myself*, wherein I give myself a point each for doing certain things: going to bed before midnight (never happens), eating healthy (also never happens), exercising... Once I get 100 points, I can reward myself with a prize, which is usually just a book or a movie. This time, however, the prize will be this box of Legos. I cannot touch it until then, though I can see it every time I pass from the kitchen to the bedroom.

So far I have exercised 3 days this week. Just think about that: months and months of nothing and then 3 days all in one week! What else could give me that sort of motivation? Must be the Legos!

*My system probably comes from when I was little and hated practicing: Mother Edit, who taught me to play the piano, gave me points for each song I passed off each week at my lesson. Then, when I reached 100 points, I could get a toy from the store that was $5 or less. I was so elated every time I got to pick out a toy. :o)