You guys I hurt so much and I’m really fucking worried that there is something else properly wrong with me.
Help, I’m freaking out again. Aly and I had a chat earlier and we figured, in our wealth of medical knowledge, that it’s a calcium deficiency and I’m having a hard time thinking it’s that. At the moment I’m pretty convinced I have cancer and will be dead by tomorrow morning.
Lois stop being an idiot. Stop it.
Ugh. Going to go eat an avocado.
~ Lois
LOOK I’M POSTING. CHECK IT OUT.
The last few weeks have been GREAT. The Royal Show was everything we hoped it would be. The sheer concentration of childlike glee in attendance made everything that much better. We created cazh, wore zany hats, tested out the buddy system, ate an incredible amount of free food, bought way too much crap (okay that was mainly me), watched a ~MAGIC~ show, cooed at baby animals, picnicked like kings, freaked the fuck out over rainbow fireworks, converted the non-believers and just generally had an A+ day. Good hustle, team.
More cazh than you can poke a stick at.
The next weekend featured me sitting on my friends’ couches and eating Nandos two days in a row. It cannot get any better than that. Caught up with my laydees who I hadn’t seen in forever, and then marathoned the Phantom and Les Mis concerts with Emily, which involved a lot of sobbing and laughing at each other sobbing and then sobbing some more. Also snark. The next day was my uncle’s 50th and we had an epic Christmas-esque lunch at my Nonna’s which was grand.
Last weekend was Relay 4 Lyf which was incredible and miserable and all that good stuff. It started raining almost immediately so we constructed the greatest slapdash tarp cube you have ever seen. There was also Nandos, midnight pizza, FREE BACON IN THE MORNING and I need to stop making food lists. The DJs played Gangnam Style every hour which was a gift in itself, but then they played half an hour of remixes at 4am, and (the awake members of) Team Panto valiantly danced all the way through because we are COMMITTED. The late night dance parties were amazeballs; we danced the hucklebuck with strangers, spontaneously choreographed a circle routine to Dr Jones and lead everyone in the Macerena and an early morning yoga/shoot people session. We won the sun smart and highest fundraising club awards, $3700 WHAT WHAAAT. And then I couldn’t walk for three days afterwards and had every kind of headache all piled on top of on another. So that sucked.
Taking cazh to a whole new level.
Wednesday night we saw Les Mis; the stars of which were Javert, the greatest drunken Grantaire of all time, and Chan as Background Actor Extraordinaire. Friday I marathoned ANTM with Gemma and Demon Cat and we ate way too much Indian food. Saturday I chilled out with Lalakins and then caught up with the twats! We hadn’t seen each other in forever so we had dinner at Betty’s like the old days, caught crabs and then saw To Rome With Love which I enjoyed immensely.
In other news, I am beside myself with excitement for Peter Panto, which is approaching fast. Today I am super indigestiony, in case you were wondering. I’ve started watching Downton Abbey and I am HOOKED, why are the seasons so short why.
Bye.
I think my meds the ones for the dark pit of blackness and dispair are working. I feel okay for the first time in months, even though I have just as much work due and stuff going on and I actually feel sicker this week than I have in ages so I should be feeling worse mentally, not better.
Halle-fucking-lujah. Partygif time!
~ Lois
WHINY BIT
Took my meds last night and today my body has decided to punish me brutally for ever having stopped. It’s a mix of crazy shaking like an addict, nausea, vomiting, headaches, joint and muscle pain, dizzyness and complete exhaustion. I hate everything and this is exactly the reason I was pretending like I don’t have a tumour.
HAPPY BIT
People’s Christmas presents have started arriving and they’re great.
I have written a thing and I am proud of it.
I know I have used that gif before but goddamn it it’s relevant and we can all use more of Rannells’ face.
~ Lois
My name is Lois, and for several months now I have been neglecting to take the medication which stops my brain tumour from growing and making me blind and/or dead.
Yeah, I know.
~ Lois
So I was kind of bummed about PantoHonours getting vetoed but I am excited about the possibility of TV-related Honours. I’m meant to be looking at American TV comedy and identity formation but I got sidetracked. This is a list of some articles I have to read this weekend:
A Show about Nothing: Seinfeld and the Modern Comedy of Manners and “All about Nothing”: Difference, Affect, and Seinfeld.
“Be Your Own Windkeeper”: “Friends,” Feminism, and Rhetorical Strategies of Depoliticization.
Blasphemous Allusion: Coming of Age in South Park.
Comedy improvisation on television: does it work?
Cynics encouraged to apply: The Office as reality viewer training.
Disrupting Flow: Seinfeld, Sopranos Series Finale and the Aesthetic of Anxiety. (Wat.)
Drama is the Cure for Gossip: Television’s Turn to Theatricality in a Time of Media Transition. (one of the keywords is Mad Men, sooo)
Friends, Judaism, and the Holiday Armadillo: Mapping a Rhetoric of Postidentity Politics.
Gay Characters in Conventional Spaces: Will and Grace and the Situation Comedy Genre.
Luckless in New York: The schlemiel and the schlimazl in Seinfeld. (WHAT DOES THIS MEAN)
Management in/as comic relief: Queer theory and gender performativity in The Office.
Narrative Complexity in Contemporary American Television. (about Arrested Development)
“Oh Yeah!”: Family Guy as Magical Realism?
Parodying Palin: How Tina Fey’s Visual and Verbal Impersonations Revived a Comedy Show and Impacted the 2008 Election.
“Saturday Night Live” and Weekend Update.
SpongeBob SquarePants: Pop Culture Tsunami or More?
Talking Cookie Jars and Tongue-Tied Bodies: Posthumanism and The Office.
The Americanization of The Office: A Comparison of the Offbeat NBC Sitcom and Its British Predecessor.
The Influence of Parodies on Mental Models: Exploring the Tina Fey–Sarah Palin Phenomenon.
‘Why Would You do That, Larry?’: Identity Formation and Humor in Curb Your Enthusiasm.
AWW YEAH GON’ BE A GOOD WEEKEND. The rest of my uni work can suck it.
This stress be gettin’ ri-dick-oo-lus. I would like my brain back please, so I can stop being an asshole to people for no reason and actually get shit done rather than staring fretfully at my to do list.
Why can’t I be an expert in sitting in a darkened room and reading fanfiction?
~ Lois
The Years of Self Love 