oh man. i think i figured out whats wrong with me lately and why ive been so goddamn apathetic and indecisive. i havent written in 3 months. like, for reals. this is bad. no creativity = makes jodi a dull boy (or girl, whatever).
i am in the last drag of some awesome ass throat infection sickness, took me down for the count out of the office for two days last week. i was really pretty, fun to be around and an overall blast. but here i am, sunday, sipping on some (waaay too strong) coffee, rockin some jay and forcing my stubborn little fingers to dance on this keyboard.
im not very good with sticking to goals, i guess im more of an idealist than realist and i'll go through these stages where i get all excited and say im going to stick to certain goals and kick some ass, but as soon as i find an excuse the whole resolution is out the window. (see: exercise, dieting, keeping my apt clean, keeping in touch with people, in this case - writing). its hard bc there arent too many shows coming up that id be stoked in covering for mob, so it's not like i can even use a free ticket as motivation/leverage. so from here on out, im going to ramble my ass off and write down every observation and thought that sticks out to me. hopefully i'll be able to cut/paste some ideas together and make something great.
and hopefully i dont give up by tomorrow.
this weekend was ok. friday i saw zombieland with some friends in evanston, i def enjoyed myself. rocked the guitar hero instead of the bottle, so woke up at a reasonable hour on saturday for the first time in forever sans hangover or sore throat. drank a pot of coffee and wound up writing a 4,000 ramble of a short story which in my opinion sucks ass and needs a lot of work, but im not sure i even care enough to put in any edits. i was just excited to sit at my laptop and start typing and continue. and two hours later i had 7 pages single spaced of words and words. maybe ill throw it up here just for kicks, but im not even sure where i was going. i gotta say though, it felt theraputic as fuck and i felt the most accomplished i have in months. like i won a marathon or something.
after writing i met up with a girlfriend and we saw the informant. take my word for it, DO NOT WASTE YOUR TIME and see it, it was a major fail. no good. boring. slow. matt damon was cute and did a good job and all, but the movie itself was just a waste of time that ill never get back. it was something to do though. after that me and my homes checked out the mirah show at schubas which took me back to my days on the she-ra showdown on wrst, my all female format radio gig back in sophomore year. love her. truly an incredible songstress, gorgeous eloquent vox, some massive string work, beautiful orchestration for such a small intimate little rock club. $3 pbrs at a venue aint so bad either. hung for some brews with my girl and then called it a night. a cute saturday, overall. i felt good.
today, though i had heightened expectations for productivity. 'hey jodi, today you will write an essay. you will go for a jog. you will write another story.' you will not lay in bed for the entire day, staring obsessively at random people who you haven't even talked to in years' facebook statuses. you will not sing to your cat instead of being productive (yeah right).
i downloaded the where the wild things are sndtrk. gotta say i love karen o to pieces. that girl can sing. pretty music, cant wait for the movie. gonna take the kids to see it in the burbs opening weekend when im stranded in barrington for family get together.
ahhh, so i still have no motivation to write that essay. my words just arent flowing today. i blame it on my cut up fingers, all sticky and sore from accidently punching out my living room window friday night (sticky from bandaids, i hate those goddamn little sticky black lines that stick from the latex bandaid outlines). i am so tempted to just dump out my coffee (motivation juice) and go play some more guitar hero until curb your enthusiasm comes on, but i gotta stick to my goals here. i guess ive always been a bit of an assignment writer, so kids, do me a favor and post some suggestions. ideas, here. the only ideas i currently have flowing have something to do with a cat named dustin hoffman and this image i cant get out of my head from an abandoned towel on the bus bench (enthralling, right?)
ahh. ok. maybe if i turn up the hov, i can get all inspired and shit. til then. . .
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