  Sunday (Gay Day. Thailand) Today is the day. I've got just two days left to get this essay in. It's all about the industrial revolution and how soot and smog changed the way people dress. Did you know that people used to wear charcoal pants, just to keep the smells of the industrial revolution away. Weirdly enough it was also the first time soap was mass produced so you'd've thought people might start smelling better, but nope. All that smelly work down coalmines and butthole places like that meant people didn't have time to even buy soap, let alone use it. I don't think I would've been very good in the industrial revolution. Maybe I could've become a rent-boy, just a poor little urchin selling his ass to buy moisturiser.
Hmmmmm, I wonder if that would work now. Mr Gilligan was hilarious Friday. He's grown this exceptional moustache. That's what he calls it 'My Exceptionsl Moooustache' he calls it. He went over to Vicky Studbaker during Math and saw that not only had she not worked out the circumference of her circle, but she'd confused pi with pie and started to work out the calorific value of a cheese and onion pastie. He wasn't happy and Vicky has this unfortunate tendancy to be shy, which can come across as her being stupid. So, anyways, Mr Gilligan just leans over her and rubs his moustache down her neck. Can you imagine!?!
I had this shiver run right down my spine because I'm really empathetic sometimes and I just felt like wretching on behalf of Vicky. Everyone was so quiet the rest of class. But we're trying to persuade Vicky to take him to court for sexual harassment. Maybe she will, once she's stopped weeping. Poor little shy girl. Bye 
