Of Pikeys, Poker, Birthdays, Sluts and Breast Cancer.
One more year of teenagehood left is a scary thought. WHATEVS, I'm not worrying about that until next year at this time.

But I've had quite the fun time this semester; from strip poker night at Jess and Sophia's which resulted in ten girls (and a few boys) running across St-Louis Square in lingerie and boots to our rather un-directed French play to nights with friends-who-will-not-be-named dressed in scotch tape. I even have a stable fuck buddy! There is so much less pressure with JRO and she sleeps with other people too, so unlike before it is all good.

Can we link from facebook? That would be grand. ETA, we can't. Balls. That was birthday thursday...Also, SO DRUNK. Goodness.



However, this hasn't been the best birthday week, because my mom has been diagnosed with stage III breast cancer.

And it fucking scares me. This isn't helped by her characteristic tendency to play/be the martyr and say things like "I'm going to die" "maybe it spread in my bones" ETC. I'm also mad. Mad that she was 56 when her mom had cancer and I'm just fucking 19 - how can she play the "I'm already too tired to fight card?" WTF. Oh, it's nice to vent here because god knows this is uber taboo in the oppressive environment that is now home.

I also don't want to see her huge crazy curly fro go, her curves, and her vivacity - her name is "Viva" afterall. Ma. "invasive" and "stage III" freak me the FUCK out. Friends have been great, and thank god for them - Jess Ro read me a Roald Dalh story on the phone with her usual crazy inflection. On the shitter side of things, I'm getting behind on readings, POLI 227 has a great prof but boring, boring material. But Katrin Bozeva is still the BEST EVER, I madly love her. Wouldn't get up at 8 am on a Friday if it wasn't for a conference with her. Finally, we've made many jokes about the "smaller, perkier boobs - like you've never been pregnant (tm)" that my mom will possibly get after surgery/chimo/ect. She's always complaining about her D set.

*SQUEEZES* I miss you all terribly.

ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, rezie has linked me to Catherine Tate's Lauren Cooper on youtube and that has frankly made my month. FACE. FACE. BOVVERED. BILLY. BURGER. I ain't BOVVERED!!! Are you disrespecting me? Are you calling my mom a pikey? Are you calling my dad a lardass? He ain't a lardass though!
I've been doing it all week. It's worse than the SHOES, BETCH vid.

kinda funny, innit though?

I've also um, watched 3 seasons of Bad Girls streamed online. And I've been saying people are bleeding cows, innit. And all that jazz! A whole set of fun manipulative bitches, with gay vibes everywhere. MY KIND OF SHOW, innit?

that is well bad!

also, observe the fannishness explode on the least fannish social networking site:


Bette Porter and Laura Roslin haven't poked me back. WATHEVS.

i'm not bovvered. I'm not bovvered though. Lookat my face. Does this face look bovvered? No, cause i ain't bovvered. FACE. ROSLIN. POKE. BETTE. I AIN'T BOVVERED! Oh, Lauren Cooper..

eta -- I've missed LJ. As in, actually updating instead of just going through my flist everyday. loves.