Rainbow lashes and chipmunk fights. Oh the fun of secondary school.

Hey! I'm new to this blog business, [/noob], but a friend got me into this blogging. So here goes.

Today wasn't too bad, but it was non-uniform day so everyone was a bit mad. I went in my dykey hoodie and man's shirt under, but that was far from ridiculous compared to some. Dale, a ludicrously feminine gay guy friend of mine decorated himself with rainbow lashes and my old bra and chicken fillets (under his clothes, obv!), he was being asked if he was a girl, and another girl, Sherie, who isn't particularly slim or pretty should we say, dressed herself in an uber-short denim skirt (euch), long socks (ew), and a vest top, which showed pretty much all of her cleavage. I live in England and it's winter, FFS. What is wrong with these people?

Got into a physical fight today with a sexist bastard named Jack. Well I say 'physical fight', it was only a bit of a scrabble in the maths classroom. But still. He kicked me, the chipmunk.