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So, after my Post O' Rage last night, I went out with the Rangers. In my Dalek t-shirt. I wasn't best pleased with Rebecca, it has to be admitted, as she was meant to be my lift and didn't turn up. To pay Dad back to the unexpected lift he needed to give me, I have to do tiling for half an hour at some point this weekend. Oh, the traumas of bowling.

Actually, I'm glad I went. After verbally bitchslapping Rebecca (and cowering behind my hair when she sort of stared at the Thing From Outer Space On My Chin) I came last at bowling and then tried the horror of the dance platform thing. It was good fun, though.

The car on the way home was the really odd part. I am sort-of out at Rangers, in the way that some people know but I don't want it to be general knowledge because Guiding is essentially conservative and doesn't like That Sort Of Thing. Clare phoned while I was in the car to sort out Friday (go and look at colleen_show for more details) and when I put the phone down, Emmiline (Ranger leader) immediately leapt on me.

"Who was that?"
"Erm. A friend."
"Oooh, what are up to on Friday?"
"Erm. Going to. Erm. Her Leaver's Do."

We dropped off Sarah, leaving only Emmiline and me in the car. As soon as we'd driven away:

"Okay, who are you going with on Friday?"
"Erm. My girlfriend."

I don't know why it was so weird, actually, as I remember leaping about at Moot and joyously coming out to Sarah-Who-Was-In-The-Car due to a rather lovely text message I had recieved from Clare (it's still on my phone and I look at it and smile) but Emmiline wanted to know about how I'd met her, etc, and I told her and confessed that I didn't really want it public knowledge in Guiding.

"That's okay. I mean, I always kept quiet about me and Karen, but people are SO SURPRISED when I tell them about Jason..."

Well, I rather thought she was gay but she now has a bloke so I kept quiet. Apparently she had almost-figured that I was gay. Good to know, really, but it was a very odd ending to the evening.

I'm off home now to really really honestly this time do my homework. Why do I always make it so much of an effort?

[edit: who on my flist is on the Constantine Slash community? Gnargh. I have learnt an important lesson about why not to read porn in college. *fans self*]

~Hathy_Col~

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Oh, Christ.

In the wonderful manner of my body, I have been remarkly healthy for the last few weeks, and my skin had cleared up.

Now, of course, the skin is doing TEH DOOMED thing again and I can actually feel them forming, which is a bad feeling and the knowledge that I am going to have photos taken of me, in which I am meant to look glamourous and a successful girlfriend. Oh, god. *looks at pores menacingly* Little fuckers.

I came home early today, and ate my lunch. Whilst drinking a cup of tea, I pondered over how my throat felt oddly tight, and I tried to dismiss it as an obvious example that I was tired. Instead, I had a drink of hot Ribena (stop looking at me like that, it works and has done since I was 3) and it still felt odd.

"Buggar," I thought. Anyway, I settled down to watch Deep Space Nine. Then I ended up watching The Next Generation. Then I did it all over again with different episodes of Sky One as opposed to Sky Mix and then I realised that I had killed about four hours of homework time. I sat up and went 'uuuurrrrggghhh'. I even said the noise. I had a sore head, a sore throat, a slightly buzzy ear and faint nausea. I put it down to a Star Trek overload (I mean, good lord. Four hours?) and did two essays.

I knew I wasn't well when I refused Chinese takeaway. Seriously, I feel appalling and I'm off to bed when I've finished this. I will get up tomorrow on the basis that I've finished my bollocking essays and I WILL hand them in but Christ. It picks its moments, doesn't it?

Also, calculating time of pay wrong. I am getting paid next Thursday, not this one, and my cunning budgeting has been thrown out of the water by the fact I need to borrow money of El Parento. Haven't done that for MONTHS. Unfortunately, only have 10p on phone so it's urgent. Curses.

*coughs and splutters* This had so better not get worse. Seriously, who do I complain to?

~Hathy_Col~