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May. 10th, 2005 12:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolSo, 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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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~
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~
