Diaries of a skank watcher

Wednesday 21st May, 2003.
Dear Diary,
(and all you perves on realmtech who wanna read my diary)

Coming from an all girls religious school down in Mexico, i am not really at all surprised by the massive number of skanks running around the ANU. Us timtams (the nickname awarded to any member of my school above grade 8...) could skankify ourselves in less than three minutes, given the right equipment and a bathroom. However, we wore a uniform (and no make-up was allowed - didn't stop most of us) so it never quite reached the extremes you see at this lovely place ANU (Anonymous Nibbler University.) For instance, today in maths, a fine fine specimen of skankiness walked right in (honours maths mind you - i think she was lost) and sat in the row in front of us (she tried for our row but was greeted by enourmous scowls and threatening eyes.) Let me take a minute to describe her: Stilletto boots - tan suede with long tassels (also in tan suede) hanging of the sides, chocolate (poo) brown faux suede skirt - above the knee - between whore length and skank length, low cut top - all i remember is that you could see way too much breast (it's winter here people!!!! wear some proper clothing) and the cherry on the top - a 'fashionable' suede old-skool cap. It made me want to vomit, in fact we had to leave maths we were laughing so damn hard at the ridiculousness of her clothing. Anyway - study calls (particularily a damn astrophysics assignment that i need to do...)

luv alpha

*the above is a work of fiction, any suggestion that the author actually attends maths lectures or keeps a truthful diary is a lie*