School Campy, w00t. part 3
Oct. 22nd, 2004 10:15 pmWoke up too early, bathroom scramble, breakfast THREE HOURS later at zoo following a wonderful tour full of homicidal giraffes, bike-riding bus-drivers and random limurs. Rhino = ugly bastard, meercats = fuzzy. Worship t3h Fuzzy. The tour guide told funny stories, but I'm damn well never applying for a job as a zookeeper! There was a peacock frilling at us as we ate breakfast and madly flailed at kamikaze flies, and a giftshop containing stuffed animals with bowel problems and cheap opals.
Visited Dubbo Gaol, which was in the process of restoring some ominous looking white picket gallows, and ironically experienced solitary confinement in groups of five or six. We also read about murderers, died of heatstroke and were attacked by yet more flies. There were talking "inmate" dummies, but they were boring.
The lengthy bus ride home was punctuated by the opportunity to mob Mackers with a leeway of 6 dollars paid for by the teachers. Death by smushing was narrowly averted, and Jason the Daredevil Busdriver was presented with flowers as a token of appreciation for overtaing the other coaches (and also possibly for his earring).
We were forced to watch My Girl on the bus tv, it was just as corny as I remember, and my Brand New CD was played, but entirely too quietly, which somewhat defeated the purpose. There was apparantly, to Nicky's delight, an accident on the road, but we never saw it and all too soon we arrived back at school. Shelly's mum dropped me off at home, where I dumped my stuff on the floor and allowed it to perform its usual migration till it was everywhere.
My parents were arguing, and my oversensitive emotional state struck a match, so I went downstairs, calmly picked up a grater and some cheese, held them up and sais "This is your voice. These are my nerves" and grated some cheese on the kitchen floor.
You'd think such clever symbolism would work, but noooo, they were at it again as soon as I left. According to my mum it was just a little thing and they just needed to vent some steam, but how can I tell the serious arguments apart from the irrelevant ones, especially with the emotional equivalent of nitroglycerin sloshing through my head? Fucking hormones.
Visited Dubbo Gaol, which was in the process of restoring some ominous looking white picket gallows, and ironically experienced solitary confinement in groups of five or six. We also read about murderers, died of heatstroke and were attacked by yet more flies. There were talking "inmate" dummies, but they were boring.
The lengthy bus ride home was punctuated by the opportunity to mob Mackers with a leeway of 6 dollars paid for by the teachers. Death by smushing was narrowly averted, and Jason the Daredevil Busdriver was presented with flowers as a token of appreciation for overtaing the other coaches (and also possibly for his earring).
We were forced to watch My Girl on the bus tv, it was just as corny as I remember, and my Brand New CD was played, but entirely too quietly, which somewhat defeated the purpose. There was apparantly, to Nicky's delight, an accident on the road, but we never saw it and all too soon we arrived back at school. Shelly's mum dropped me off at home, where I dumped my stuff on the floor and allowed it to perform its usual migration till it was everywhere.
My parents were arguing, and my oversensitive emotional state struck a match, so I went downstairs, calmly picked up a grater and some cheese, held them up and sais "This is your voice. These are my nerves" and grated some cheese on the kitchen floor.
You'd think such clever symbolism would work, but noooo, they were at it again as soon as I left. According to my mum it was just a little thing and they just needed to vent some steam, but how can I tell the serious arguments apart from the irrelevant ones, especially with the emotional equivalent of nitroglycerin sloshing through my head? Fucking hormones.
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