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Nov. 5th, 2003 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolToday was a day that was a tad weird. As you do.
Firstly, Happy Oh-Look-We-Stopped-A-Large-Terrorist-Threat-So-Lets-Blame-The-Mercenary-From-Yorkshire Guy-Technically-Gido Fawkes Night. I'm curious. I know there's a lot of unoffical holidays that are celebrated in England that everywhere else in the British Isles goes 'WTF?' and vice versa, but I'm, y'know, curious:
The Scots probably celebrate Bonfire Night since, you know, James IV and all, but do the Welsh and the Irish? Especially the Irish, due to the religious differences. I want to know. This kind of stuff fascinates me.
Anyway. College was fun today. Began the day with English Language, in which I became acutely aware that yes, I am turning into StereotypicalCrusading!Lesbian. (Just look at my posts people.) We were studying a talk by Michael Portillo, and Susie and I, the politics students, were having a good natter to the teacher about why Micahel Portillo wasn't all that bad, all things considering. And the teacher says:
"Yes, I always thought he was very different, espically after all the hassle he went through when he admitted about his homosexual practices when he was in university."
I think now is a time to describe my English Language class. We're a mixed bunch, including the "I'm dead hard, me!" David and the "I'm a proper Wiganer, and I'm MALE dammit!" Martin. So, the teacher says that about Michael Portillo, and Martin goes:
"So hes GAY?"
Sue (tutor) replies "He's married now."
"But he's GAY!"
Me being me, I crane across the row.
"He might just be bisexual."
"But he's gay!"
"There's a difference, you know."
"No there's not!"
Not a wise thing to say to me.
"People fancy who they fancy and that should be the end of the matter."
Class goes veeeery quiet, before Isabell says, in a mildy related topic:
"There was that 10% Group meeting on Friday, wasn't there?"
"Yes." This was me.
"What was it like, does anyone know?"
"It was dead good, free chocolate!" *bouncy Colleen mode*
"You went?"
"Yeah..."
"You gay or a lesbian?"
*blink* "I'm a lesbian..." (Surely the same thing if you're female, but there you are.)
"Really? Why do you have your own group?"
"Erm..."
(Lovely Sam jumps in) "Well, it's dead hard to meet people, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but your own group?"
"It's good..."
"Yeah, but-"
Sue jumps in, and commands us to start working again, and I completely forgot about it. At the end of the lesson, I trundle off down the corridor with Susie, when Sue nabs me.
"Are you okay?"
*blinks* "Shouldn't I be?"
"Was Isabell being a pain?"
"No, just curious I think..."
Well, if you have any problems, you come to me, okay?"
"Sure, it's not an issue, really..."
"And good on you for being so strong!"
And away she goes, leaving me feeling confused but quite empowered.
The rest of the day was harmless fun- we still need to find an actress for media studies and sort out the lighting, but had the pants scared off me with the thriller we watched. Watched a really cheerful film in film club, in German of all languages. We were just up to the part where she sleeps with her male prostitue boyfriend and has just had her first shot of heroin. Oh yeah, she's just turned fourteen too.
Fun. Although me and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flickerswitch were the first people there, and we were all responsible too.
10 Things About Me
1) I love denim. I love comfy clothes. I love jeans. I love sweaters. I love t-shirts. For this reason, I have very little fashion sense, although I do try and give every item of clothing the sniff-test first. *grin*
2) I despise all forms of bigotry, frankly. I don't care if you're black, white or purple. I don't care where your ancesters came from. I don't care if you fancy men, women, or both. I don't care if you're male or female, unless I'm on the pull. I don't give a rats ass what music you listen to. I don't care what you wear. I don't care what religion you are.
If you have a problem with me, then you can kindly fuck off. If you try and force your opinions onto me with no respect for my own, then fuck off. Apart from that, I'm easy.
3) I have no shame whatsoever. Really. I will do some of the most ridiculous stuff.
4) I miss dancing something chronic.
5) The internet is important to me as it's the only way to keep in contact with a lot of wonderful people. It might sound sad, but there you are. I love writing on it, too.
6) I think George W. Bush if this centurys answer to Hitler, and I think he is a very dangerous man. I also believe, however, certain wars need to be fought, but get the fuckwit out of office first.
7) I'm a SF and fantasy geek. Suprise!!
8) I'd quite like to study history forever, until I'd learnt everything of ever historical period ever. How I'd do this, I don't know. I like finding stuff out, and I like writing, which is why I think I'd be good at journalism.
9) I'm lucky- I get on quite well with my immediate family. This doesn't prevent my dearest wish, which is to move to Scotland. I can get the city life and also drive to the armpit on nowhere quite quickly.
10) I have a fetish for elves, leather and bass players. Combine the three and... wowser.
One last note: Spoil me for Revolutions and I will... I think Fanfic!Gimli says it best. "The vermin will lick your blood from my axe!"
I watched a new Evo episode tonight. *huggles season 3 and contemplates downloading the rest and getting it over with*
~Hathy_Col~
Firstly, Happy Oh-Look-We-Stopped-A-Large-Terrorist-Threat-So-Lets-Blame-The-Mercenary-From-Yorkshire Guy-Technically-Gido Fawkes Night. I'm curious. I know there's a lot of unoffical holidays that are celebrated in England that everywhere else in the British Isles goes 'WTF?' and vice versa, but I'm, y'know, curious:
The Scots probably celebrate Bonfire Night since, you know, James IV and all, but do the Welsh and the Irish? Especially the Irish, due to the religious differences. I want to know. This kind of stuff fascinates me.
Anyway. College was fun today. Began the day with English Language, in which I became acutely aware that yes, I am turning into StereotypicalCrusading!Lesbian. (Just look at my posts people.) We were studying a talk by Michael Portillo, and Susie and I, the politics students, were having a good natter to the teacher about why Micahel Portillo wasn't all that bad, all things considering. And the teacher says:
"Yes, I always thought he was very different, espically after all the hassle he went through when he admitted about his homosexual practices when he was in university."
I think now is a time to describe my English Language class. We're a mixed bunch, including the "I'm dead hard, me!" David and the "I'm a proper Wiganer, and I'm MALE dammit!" Martin. So, the teacher says that about Michael Portillo, and Martin goes:
"So hes GAY?"
Sue (tutor) replies "He's married now."
"But he's GAY!"
Me being me, I crane across the row.
"He might just be bisexual."
"But he's gay!"
"There's a difference, you know."
"No there's not!"
Not a wise thing to say to me.
"People fancy who they fancy and that should be the end of the matter."
Class goes veeeery quiet, before Isabell says, in a mildy related topic:
"There was that 10% Group meeting on Friday, wasn't there?"
"Yes." This was me.
"What was it like, does anyone know?"
"It was dead good, free chocolate!" *bouncy Colleen mode*
"You went?"
"Yeah..."
"You gay or a lesbian?"
*blink* "I'm a lesbian..." (Surely the same thing if you're female, but there you are.)
"Really? Why do you have your own group?"
"Erm..."
(Lovely Sam jumps in) "Well, it's dead hard to meet people, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but your own group?"
"It's good..."
"Yeah, but-"
Sue jumps in, and commands us to start working again, and I completely forgot about it. At the end of the lesson, I trundle off down the corridor with Susie, when Sue nabs me.
"Are you okay?"
*blinks* "Shouldn't I be?"
"Was Isabell being a pain?"
"No, just curious I think..."
Well, if you have any problems, you come to me, okay?"
"Sure, it's not an issue, really..."
"And good on you for being so strong!"
And away she goes, leaving me feeling confused but quite empowered.
The rest of the day was harmless fun- we still need to find an actress for media studies and sort out the lighting, but had the pants scared off me with the thriller we watched. Watched a really cheerful film in film club, in German of all languages. We were just up to the part where she sleeps with her male prostitue boyfriend and has just had her first shot of heroin. Oh yeah, she's just turned fourteen too.
Fun. Although me and
flickerswitch were the first people there, and we were all responsible too.10 Things About Me
1) I love denim. I love comfy clothes. I love jeans. I love sweaters. I love t-shirts. For this reason, I have very little fashion sense, although I do try and give every item of clothing the sniff-test first. *grin*
2) I despise all forms of bigotry, frankly. I don't care if you're black, white or purple. I don't care where your ancesters came from. I don't care if you fancy men, women, or both. I don't care if you're male or female, unless I'm on the pull. I don't give a rats ass what music you listen to. I don't care what you wear. I don't care what religion you are.
If you have a problem with me, then you can kindly fuck off. If you try and force your opinions onto me with no respect for my own, then fuck off. Apart from that, I'm easy.
3) I have no shame whatsoever. Really. I will do some of the most ridiculous stuff.
4) I miss dancing something chronic.
5) The internet is important to me as it's the only way to keep in contact with a lot of wonderful people. It might sound sad, but there you are. I love writing on it, too.
6) I think George W. Bush if this centurys answer to Hitler, and I think he is a very dangerous man. I also believe, however, certain wars need to be fought, but get the fuckwit out of office first.
7) I'm a SF and fantasy geek. Suprise!!
8) I'd quite like to study history forever, until I'd learnt everything of ever historical period ever. How I'd do this, I don't know. I like finding stuff out, and I like writing, which is why I think I'd be good at journalism.
9) I'm lucky- I get on quite well with my immediate family. This doesn't prevent my dearest wish, which is to move to Scotland. I can get the city life and also drive to the armpit on nowhere quite quickly.
10) I have a fetish for elves, leather and bass players. Combine the three and... wowser.
One last note: Spoil me for Revolutions and I will... I think Fanfic!Gimli says it best. "The vermin will lick your blood from my axe!"
I watched a new Evo episode tonight. *huggles season 3 and contemplates downloading the rest and getting it over with*
~Hathy_Col~
