the hood internet is cooler than me (and you, and a certain somebody else too).

my boy noah just threw up the interview i did with stv slv and abx of the hood internet a few months back. he shore is a nice fella, said some nice werdz bout me on his super rad website. you can check it hurr: http://blog.wordlifeson.com/2010/07/20/interview-with-the-hood-internet/ He even gave props to my recent rapper blog/twitter feud, but don't worry all is forgiven (see at the jump).

hopped up outta bed, turned my swag awwwwn.

holy quarter-life crisis!

today i woke up at noon (per usual). but something about the recent turn of events slapped me 'cross my lil freckled face and screamed 'HEY JODI QUIT BEING AN IDIOT AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS LITTLE RUT OF YOURS.'

apparently, all it takes is a pot of uber-strong coffee, very very loud hood internet mixtapes (gotta say the dance party saturday night in the pouring rain, sweating my ass off, soaking wet hair/clothing was the most therapeutical madness i've undergone in ages - plus i looked a soaking deadrat hot mess), and a shit ton of obligations to get caught up on and things are a-ok. (at least for today). Plus - screaming along overly caffeinated to talking heads 'psycho killer' is always a good release.

so now, just to remind myself. short-term goals that are A) healthy and B) easily accomplishable.

1. get a fucking j-o-b.
2. get a fucking apartment.
3. pimp the shit out of metronome and north coast fest.
4. get money.
5. write the shit outta my guts and agree to more than i can handle.
6. join some sort of athletic/fitness group. yoga? fuck that's lame but i gotta destress somehow.
7. sign up for a continuing education class at a community college. waterpainting? creative writing? arts&crafts? sign language? who gives a fuck, just something to stimulate my brainwaves.
8. stay sober.
9. eat healthy.
10. wake up in the MORNING.

so this is it. new jodi time. it's the freaking summertime and i'ma make the best outta it. plus, i got assigned the kanye review for venus when it drops so HOW DOPE IS THAT SHIT.

saturday nite dance party.

VS.

anybody wanna see a sweaty redhead lose her shit? cuz that's what ima be on saturday. do division is back this year, but there's quite a predicament. my boys from hood internet are getting bigger than their britches, bein busy touring the u-s-of-a for the better part of the year, resulting in less chicago hometown dance parties. they're headlining the damen stage saturday at 8:30. normally this would be like, yesssssssss, i'm there, nobrainer, whatever. cuz hood's off he hook and i lose my shit everytime i shake my ass to their mashup beats.

BUTTTTTTT.

yacht is co-headlining, same night, same time, same fest. YACHT. anybody who knows me knows these two are my shit. i've seen em like 4 times now and they're super rad, always a great show, super fun dance party.

considering hood's newest shit is kinda mehhhhhh, i may have to go see yacht. but, hood's my boys and i'm a devotee. so i dunno what to do. and my girls are all outta town for the wknd, thus, i am lacking dance party partner in crimes.

who wants to be my date? i'll wear a short skirt and give you a beer. (seeyousoon-dot-com).