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Sep. 9th, 2005 08:58 pmSo, uh, I think I blame Prof. R, who has just enough freaky tics to make my 601 class sort of morbidly fascinating amidst the crushing boredom. Or possibly pre-presentation nerves. Because it all started during the halfway break in last night's class. I went down to the vending machines with classmates R and C. We sat around eating our candy and talking about... something. I don't really remember how it happened, but somehow I wound up telling them about, uh. Romeo and Julian. Y'know, the musical gay porn movie ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brooklinegirl makes everyone watch ALL THE TIME. I framed it as one of those, y'know "haha, things I do with my wacky friends when I'm drunk," and they seemed to find it pretty entertaining, even when I confessed to knowing the words to the songs. So far so good.
So today we went to "grad pub" which is when they direct all the grad students to converge on a single bar for Friday happy hour, luring us in with the offer of free appetizers. R and C and I each had a beer, and then decided to go in search of food. We stopped at the comics shop on the way, and in my slightly beery wobbliness, and I decided it was a good idea to grab a Superman/Batman trade off the shelf and observe "They're so married," to C and then to R. They both seemed amused.
So then we went to dinner, and there were many pauses in the conversation. During one, I started talking about having been in the SCA, and they didn't seem fazed by that peculiarity, so when R asked me why I didn't stay in longer, and I said I'd found a different life-eating hobby that didn't involve sewing, and she asked what hobby that was, I said, "I write gay porn on the internet."
... I seem to recall mentioning the incest part, too. And describing some of the particular difficulties of the HP fandom, including "is it bestiality if he's a shape-shifting dog?" They still didn't seem particularly bothered, but I guess we'll see if they start pretending not to know me next week.
So yeah. My track record of TOTAL INABILITY to keep my own embarrassing secrets continues unabated. At least I didn't tell them what my pseud is. Yet.
brooklinegirl makes everyone watch ALL THE TIME. I framed it as one of those, y'know "haha, things I do with my wacky friends when I'm drunk," and they seemed to find it pretty entertaining, even when I confessed to knowing the words to the songs. So far so good.So today we went to "grad pub" which is when they direct all the grad students to converge on a single bar for Friday happy hour, luring us in with the offer of free appetizers. R and C and I each had a beer, and then decided to go in search of food. We stopped at the comics shop on the way, and in my slightly beery wobbliness, and I decided it was a good idea to grab a Superman/Batman trade off the shelf and observe "They're so married," to C and then to R. They both seemed amused.
So then we went to dinner, and there were many pauses in the conversation. During one, I started talking about having been in the SCA, and they didn't seem fazed by that peculiarity, so when R asked me why I didn't stay in longer, and I said I'd found a different life-eating hobby that didn't involve sewing, and she asked what hobby that was, I said, "I write gay porn on the internet."
... I seem to recall mentioning the incest part, too. And describing some of the particular difficulties of the HP fandom, including "is it bestiality if he's a shape-shifting dog?" They still didn't seem particularly bothered, but I guess we'll see if they start pretending not to know me next week.
So yeah. My track record of TOTAL INABILITY to keep my own embarrassing secrets continues unabated. At least I didn't tell them what my pseud is. Yet.