Warning: some surprisingly graphic bowel-related descriptions coming up. If you are sensitive, I highly recommend you skip over Monday and Tuesday this week. Personally, my embarrassment expressed itself in the form of uncontrollable laughter.
My father frequently used to – er, and still does – refer to the “Coxen Bowel Fetish” – a phenomenon peculiar to our family (hence the name) in which uninhibited verbal discussion of anything and everything related to the Excretory System was ‘natural’. I always knew it was a joke – a long, long-standing joke – but it would seem from the following that a part of me chose to believe it was real.
Tiring, hectic day. School went so slow. Didn’t get the whole dump thingo taped. Trudged home. Getting ready to go to Justine’s, did a big juicy fart & next thing I know, some watery juice drips on the floor. OH NO! – maybe getting that wog that’s going around. Listened to tape at Justine’s, did role play & had some arvy tea!!!!
Toni can’t be wagging it – she was away today again. Got another juice in undies during skool – wet’n’ooozy’n’reeevolting. Hooray! Finished taping Dump thing! Got Science test back 23½/25 Best ever in science. Had arvy tea & rode all arvy. Did HW – heaps of it. Got in a tantrum cos’ everything’s going wrong 4 me.
Woke early. New plan – “all catch-up & HW at school & all study at home.” Down-to-earth, boring day. Good seats on bus. At speech, mim & I discussed Cooktown. [She was coming with us to the Cooktown Discovery Weekend, traditionally held on the Queen’s Birthday long weekend] Lucy, Fi, mim & I went to my place. I wrote mim a list of clothes & she took 2 records to tape. All went to shop. Came home Just on dark!!!
Toni actually came to school! NO!! She was sick. Criticized Martin & Shane. God they’re dickheads. Fooled around under our tree at lunchtime. After a shower, went to Westcourt mum took back the sweatskirt she bought me, then at Earlville got a ‘splendiferous’ grey box pleated sweatskirt. Late nite. Gotta do my assign. tomorrow.
I’ve been so confused. Thought Wed. was Thurs. & thurs. was Fri.! Guess I’m excited. Bought lunch of pizza. Woke early. Rushed my english assignment – got it done and handed in. sooo nervous about exams, too! Got off at fi’s stop & we all went to mim’s Made fudge for the trip. Both so excited and nervous! Packed enough to last me a week! Mima came an 1hr late I panicked, but am calming down now!
4:45 – mum woke us. Dressed, packed extra clothes & had brekky. Finally left 5:30. Slept 1hr. Good trip – ate, ate & ate. Finally arrived (after numerous stops) at 11:30. Flat is disappointing – no fridge or TV, cramped’n’filthy dirty. After lunch Jules, mim & me went to Sea Museum. ½ way through the tour, kind man said we could come back after 3:00 (for free) as the parade had begun. After parade, lazed in flat while mum & Geoff went to RSL. After completed museum tour, studied maths 4 2½ hrs, then went to dinner. We stayed home talking until mum came home from pub – feeling sick from drinking the water. The 2 men who came with us are really weird. One is mean 2 us. [I actually have NO recollection of anyone else accompanying us on this weekend, let alone two ‘weird’ men.]
Woke early to a bright, windy day & church bells. At 9:00 watched re-enactment of Cook’s landing. Then went to Grassy Hill – windy as hell! Corn 4 lunch – rested – went to Cementary studied again. Lazed – watched fireworks (spectacular – but not as good as Cairns show works) Dins at the pub – mum’n’Geoff went with those 2 men. At the flat, talked, laughed and watched a man in another hotel making tomato and apple sandwiches, when a lady in the same hotel sprung us. Tried smoking. Was fun! I heard a noise – chucked smoke down the loo. Mim worried about the smell and how she felt bloated, dirty etc. FUUUNNY!