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Apr. 27th, 2004 12:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI'm twenty minutes away from a history lesson and currently battling with the hell that is Word to try and get my homework printed. Oh, yay.
Last night, I went to Rangers. I'm still unsure how I feel about the new Unit. I mean... it's new. And it's different. What we do there is better but I'm not entirely sure if I'm keen on the social side. For a start, I am not Trendie. I do not support Liverpool FC. I do not fancy Justin Timberlake. I read real books. I watch Stargate rather than Eastenders. My favourite film is LOTR, not Bring It On. Do you see where I'm going with this? So, I don't quite fit in. And yet, they are all rather nice. Because it's such a large unit (three times more than my Guides!) we have a largeish range of people, as well as a girl who had learning disabilities by the name of Sophie.
Now, we're become friends or so I like to think. Only... sometimes, I have no idea what to do or say. Because I'm obsessively PC about an awful lot of things, I don't like to ask what she may or may not have, and it's... well... awkward. For a start, when I'm talking to her I feel vaguely ostracised, as no one else will come over and start a conversation because we have no damned idea what to do or indeed say. Which means that Lara and I, good citizens that we are, have signed up to do the cooking thing with her. This will, basically, result in moi getting off my arse and dragging people to supermarkets and then up hills to get to Rangers with aforementioned food.
This has no real point. I suppose I just needed to write about it. Various things, really.
Collectormania stuff: are we bringing out own food or not? Would make life cheaper. On another point, we'll have to check out on the Sunday morning and lug our stuff around with us all day. So... possibly a wheely suitcase is a bad idea. Ricksack or something possibly?
I'm hungry and slightly late now. So I will go.
~Hathy_Col~
Last night, I went to Rangers. I'm still unsure how I feel about the new Unit. I mean... it's new. And it's different. What we do there is better but I'm not entirely sure if I'm keen on the social side. For a start, I am not Trendie. I do not support Liverpool FC. I do not fancy Justin Timberlake. I read real books. I watch Stargate rather than Eastenders. My favourite film is LOTR, not Bring It On. Do you see where I'm going with this? So, I don't quite fit in. And yet, they are all rather nice. Because it's such a large unit (three times more than my Guides!) we have a largeish range of people, as well as a girl who had learning disabilities by the name of Sophie.
Now, we're become friends or so I like to think. Only... sometimes, I have no idea what to do or say. Because I'm obsessively PC about an awful lot of things, I don't like to ask what she may or may not have, and it's... well... awkward. For a start, when I'm talking to her I feel vaguely ostracised, as no one else will come over and start a conversation because we have no damned idea what to do or indeed say. Which means that Lara and I, good citizens that we are, have signed up to do the cooking thing with her. This will, basically, result in moi getting off my arse and dragging people to supermarkets and then up hills to get to Rangers with aforementioned food.
This has no real point. I suppose I just needed to write about it. Various things, really.
Collectormania stuff: are we bringing out own food or not? Would make life cheaper. On another point, we'll have to check out on the Sunday morning and lug our stuff around with us all day. So... possibly a wheely suitcase is a bad idea. Ricksack or something possibly?
I'm hungry and slightly late now. So I will go.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-04-28 02:38 am (UTC)