Sunday 26th June
8:45pm I really hate watching magic. I hate that it’s so tricky, and that it’s not actually magic, it’s just some crazy hand skills that I don’t understand. We’re watching yet another ‘magic’ show for evening activity tonight. The kids here are just learning and they’re still all a bit shit. Eugh, I knew I’d hate it so I bought my diary along to write in instead.
I can see Earl out of the corner of my eye. His hairline’s receding and the bit of fluff he does have is silver. He’s got a huge snozzer and lips, and then the squintiest eyes ever. He’s probably got hay fever – that could explain the big nose. He always wears the same camp-issue t-shirt and khaki slacks. I’d be scared of him if I was a kid, but they all seem to love him. He’s always got a faintly amused look on his face that could go either way – psycho mad, or creepily kind. I’ve only said a few words to him when I’ve had to, he doesn’t have much to do with visual arts. I have seen kids be well cheeky to him though. I guess he lets them get away with it – they’re paying for his Florida mansion after all. During camp he lives in a big proper house on the grounds where only a few special counselors are invited each year. Doubt very much it will be me.
11:12pm Evening off tonight. I sat with gay Pete down at waterfront on one of the picnic benches under the trees. He’s so funny, but just so up himself and judgmental – for some reason this makes me love him more, the cocky bastard. It also makes him great for a late night chat. Tonight he was launching into Rebecca and saying how she thinks she’s just so cool with all her jewellery and ‘boho’ clothes.
Pete: “She makes out like she’s this free-spirited traveller who doesn’t care about the material things in life, but she’s probably the most fake and superficial out of everyone.
Hmmm, could be true. I think I was a bit bedazzled by her at first and just thought she was really cool without actually really knowing her.
Pete: “Just the sight of her gets me angry. When she talks in that patronising way of hers I want to smack her.”
Guess they’re not going to be friends then.
As we were sat there I saw this guy who I hadn’t seen before walking across the main path in the distance; he must be one of the new counselors. I could barely see him; just that he was very tall, my kind of stocky and walking like he was on a proper mission. It was weird – I was instantly attracted and I had to stop what I was saying and just watch him. Hmmm, I like.