Whoa Jodi, did you like up and die or something in the past month? What. Is. Up.
No excuse, really, for lack of rambling input. It's not like I found some wondrous new spectacular social life, joined a club, met the man of my dreams or anything of that sort. . .Just you know, this and that. Here and there. And here I am. Now. 3 glasses of post craft night merlot haze, so forgive me if the ranting and raving is a bit incohesive, I'm all Every Woman'd out and have a slight hand cramp from my feverish baby blanket crochet action (not mine, mind you).
Caught the XX and Friendly Fires last night. Enjoyed myself very very much. But you can read about how much here. Thanksgiving was what it was, I guess come to think of it the majority of my time has been focused on my familial situation. Those of you who know me get what I'm referencing, those of you who don't, well obvs. . . .It is what it is. I love my mom. I love my brother. But you know what? I'm goddamn sick of being "the rock". The strong, resilient, never cracking determined and positive one. Because really, I'm the one who's got the most instability, I'm 26 years old, drinking myself into oblivion so I can ignore the fact that I'm destined to the life of a cat lady working a job she despises--but fuck man, I'm not about to hop on the self loathing pity train either. I make my ends meet. I pay my bills. I love the shit out of my friends. So it's all good - it evens out. Point being, I shouldn't have to worry about taking care of my 58 year old mom or my 41 year old brother being a dick to her. They are both big adults and should be able to fend for themselves or AT LEAST possess common sense to know what's right/wrong, etc. without me having to be there to hold their hands and tell them it'll all be okay.
Whatever. Let's just say I'm glad to be back in the city on my own and am really hoping for a friends xmas in the city vs another family gathering. Cold hearted much? Maybe. I choose apathy. Erggg.
Other than that. . . Job is job. Friends rule. Craft night and book club = both regular events. Love them much. Makes me feel like I fit in finally with a group of likeminded individuals who appreciate my nerdy recreational activities just as much as me. Got a bunch of free art/music events approaching within the next week and next week I have two freebie vacation days, so yes, there's stuff to look forward to.
Just started another one of my unhealthy crash diet kicks. Special K cereal, lean cuisines and severely loud growling stomachs. You know how I do. I'll torture myself for the next 2-3 weeks until I shed 5 or so pounds and then get comfortable, dive into the holidays and gain it all back. SUCCESS.
I think I'm on a new record of rambling. I need to pick some subjects and ramble about those instead. . . .
(final sidenote: i tried to google image my name in quotes and was going to post the most unflattering image of me that populated - there used to be this funny pic of my tramp stamp tattoo and another of me by my space heater in college from my school paper, but now after 8 pages there is not a single image of me, but articles i've written for MoB and then just cool bands I've never written about. "Jodi Root" = arcade fire. makes sense, yes? So in conclusion, funny cats trump all else.)
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