Do you know what it is like to have fans? It is fucking great, especially when your mum walks into your room and gives you a note that was in your letter box that, despite the few grammar errors, is the greatest thing that I have ever held in my own hands. Not that I have ever held anything better in someone else’s hands, but whichever hands I was using to do the holding of whatever was good, it wasn’t as good as this. Except maybe when I got Guitar Hero II, that was just the best day of my life, besides this. Now I know how much I have probably confused you right now, so I’m going to scratch everything I just said and say that the note I received made me so unbelievably happy, but also suspicious. Andrew and Chris were over, and I am going to start calling Heinicke Andrew from now in because it is easier to say, and I am calling him Andrew a lot more recently so whenever I say Andrew, it is Heinicke.
The note, that you can see above is most likely to be written by a female, and obviously someone that isn’t doing well in English because they say we are a huge fan when that means that one of them is a huge fan or it is some conjoined fannage or something, or maybe they are both average fans but together they are a huge fan, either way, they seem to know of my blog, but they also know where I live. Chris said that it might have been Sheridan and Dajana, who were together today, like most days recently and they both agreed that it looked a lot like Dajana’s handwriting. I haven’t seen Dajana’s handwriting and if I have I don’t remember it so I don’t know, but they seemed fairly certain that it was her. When we left to go to Meb’s house to get my dress we saw Jess Brown and Pia walking down my street, because Jess lives on the other side of my street, and I thought that maybe one of them did it, or both of them because the note implies that two people are the one fan or something.
I don’t know who actually wrote the note, but whoever you are that did, if you are reading this, which you should be because the note said that you read my blog every day, I fucking love you. You are my favourite person ever, maybe not ever so I’ll take that back but you two fit nicely into maybe the sixth or seventh spot in my favourite people ever list, of which I have not officially done yet. I always say ‘oh yeah, he/she is one of my favourite people ever’ but I don’t actually have the list. One day I will make the list and I’ll put it up here, but as of now I just need to find out who these people were. In fact, once I find out who they are, then I can complete the list and yeah, I’ll put it up. So you better come forward, fucker! Sorry for calling you a fucker just then, I got carried away somehow, I don’t know how I am not even angry or anything but yeah, come forward because I love you.
On a more cross-dressing note, I can comfortably say that I look absolutely amazing when wearing a girls dress. Now if you don’t go to my school, you were probably confused enough when I mentioned before that I went to Meb’s house to get my dress, so let me elaborate. I don’t know if people in other schools or other states or other countries or however far out people read this blog, but I don’t know if you have it, but at Unley High School, there is a day called muck up day where all the year twelves come to school and have a huge ass water fight. Two amazing year twelves, of whom will remain nameless so they don’t get in trouble for doing so thought it would be an amazing idea to have a muck up week as a lead up to muck up day to piss off the teachers. Now when Emma Pearce and Brett Ellis, the two organisers told me of this, I was pretty pumped. Today was day one and the theme for the day was for all the guys to wear the girls uniform and for all the girls to wear the guys uniform.
Now to say that today went well would be a fairly bold overstatement, because it, oh well I don’t know, I’ll tell you what happened and you make up your mind. Now I knew that Mr Ellis would do one of two things, either laugh and let it go or crack a fit and be really, really angry and send everyone home or something like that. I have never seen him this angry, all I really wanted to do today was to hand up my Health assignment and then chill in my dress all day with all the other boys in dresses and girls in shorts and pants and the like.
When Mr Ellis first came over, now if you don’t know Mr Ellis is out year level coordinator, he said that every boy in a dress or skirt or any incorrect uniform has to go home and get changed, or go home and not come back at all. Instead of going home, I went to Hannah Altschwager’s house with Tom Wilkin so he could get his dress. As we pulled into the student car park, it seemed as though everyone was their either changed back into their normal clothes, getting changed or just chilling there in their cross dressed outfits. The second time he asked me to get changed, I had my pants and I wasn’t going to get changed but I just told him that’s what I was about to do so he didn’t have a go at me and do that thing where he looks at you really mean, but with no emotion but you know he is really angry. I then walked through the school in my dress, and I felt as amazing as I felt hot. I mean sexy hot, not temperature hot, but it was like thirty degrees or something so yeah.
I got told six times to get changed, six or seven, and it got to the degree, I think it was at three where Mr Ellis said that he would do more than just suspend me if he saw me again and I replied with a simple ‘what’ but to clarify my confusion that he thought I had but I didn’t really have, he said that he will have no problem expelling me from Unley if he saw me again. Lucky he wasn’t the teacher that told me off the other times or else yeah, I would have found out if he was bluffing or not. Either way, it was an amazing day. I ended up handing up my Health assignment, Mr Whaites told me that I passed that big tech graphics assignment that is worth like, sixty percent of the course and I got to feel how amazing it is to wear a dress.
The note, that you can see above is most likely to be written by a female, and obviously someone that isn’t doing well in English because they say we are a huge fan when that means that one of them is a huge fan or it is some conjoined fannage or something, or maybe they are both average fans but together they are a huge fan, either way, they seem to know of my blog, but they also know where I live. Chris said that it might have been Sheridan and Dajana, who were together today, like most days recently and they both agreed that it looked a lot like Dajana’s handwriting. I haven’t seen Dajana’s handwriting and if I have I don’t remember it so I don’t know, but they seemed fairly certain that it was her. When we left to go to Meb’s house to get my dress we saw Jess Brown and Pia walking down my street, because Jess lives on the other side of my street, and I thought that maybe one of them did it, or both of them because the note implies that two people are the one fan or something.
I don’t know who actually wrote the note, but whoever you are that did, if you are reading this, which you should be because the note said that you read my blog every day, I fucking love you. You are my favourite person ever, maybe not ever so I’ll take that back but you two fit nicely into maybe the sixth or seventh spot in my favourite people ever list, of which I have not officially done yet. I always say ‘oh yeah, he/she is one of my favourite people ever’ but I don’t actually have the list. One day I will make the list and I’ll put it up here, but as of now I just need to find out who these people were. In fact, once I find out who they are, then I can complete the list and yeah, I’ll put it up. So you better come forward, fucker! Sorry for calling you a fucker just then, I got carried away somehow, I don’t know how I am not even angry or anything but yeah, come forward because I love you.
On a more cross-dressing note, I can comfortably say that I look absolutely amazing when wearing a girls dress. Now if you don’t go to my school, you were probably confused enough when I mentioned before that I went to Meb’s house to get my dress, so let me elaborate. I don’t know if people in other schools or other states or other countries or however far out people read this blog, but I don’t know if you have it, but at Unley High School, there is a day called muck up day where all the year twelves come to school and have a huge ass water fight. Two amazing year twelves, of whom will remain nameless so they don’t get in trouble for doing so thought it would be an amazing idea to have a muck up week as a lead up to muck up day to piss off the teachers. Now when Emma Pearce and Brett Ellis, the two organisers told me of this, I was pretty pumped. Today was day one and the theme for the day was for all the guys to wear the girls uniform and for all the girls to wear the guys uniform.
Now to say that today went well would be a fairly bold overstatement, because it, oh well I don’t know, I’ll tell you what happened and you make up your mind. Now I knew that Mr Ellis would do one of two things, either laugh and let it go or crack a fit and be really, really angry and send everyone home or something like that. I have never seen him this angry, all I really wanted to do today was to hand up my Health assignment and then chill in my dress all day with all the other boys in dresses and girls in shorts and pants and the like.
When Mr Ellis first came over, now if you don’t know Mr Ellis is out year level coordinator, he said that every boy in a dress or skirt or any incorrect uniform has to go home and get changed, or go home and not come back at all. Instead of going home, I went to Hannah Altschwager’s house with Tom Wilkin so he could get his dress. As we pulled into the student car park, it seemed as though everyone was their either changed back into their normal clothes, getting changed or just chilling there in their cross dressed outfits. The second time he asked me to get changed, I had my pants and I wasn’t going to get changed but I just told him that’s what I was about to do so he didn’t have a go at me and do that thing where he looks at you really mean, but with no emotion but you know he is really angry. I then walked through the school in my dress, and I felt as amazing as I felt hot. I mean sexy hot, not temperature hot, but it was like thirty degrees or something so yeah.
I got told six times to get changed, six or seven, and it got to the degree, I think it was at three where Mr Ellis said that he would do more than just suspend me if he saw me again and I replied with a simple ‘what’ but to clarify my confusion that he thought I had but I didn’t really have, he said that he will have no problem expelling me from Unley if he saw me again. Lucky he wasn’t the teacher that told me off the other times or else yeah, I would have found out if he was bluffing or not. Either way, it was an amazing day. I ended up handing up my Health assignment, Mr Whaites told me that I passed that big tech graphics assignment that is worth like, sixty percent of the course and I got to feel how amazing it is to wear a dress.
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