The demon riding the waves...

Glen invited me to camber sands.
Confusion over cars and who was going-we finally set off at around 2.30 from Mottingham. In the car I started panicking. Some of my random thoughts were:
"Is he gay?"
"What am i doing, I don't want to be here"
"I should be packing"
"My knee tickles"
"I want food"
"Bad bad smell" (we drove in some rank smelling area, and smelling it was such a shock i nearly gagged.)
"I wish I wasn't sitting in the middle"
"Why is the french guy sitting at such a weird angle"
"Please, please, please stop touching me"

I was still in my church clothes, while everyone else looked reasonably normal. Twas me, jenny g, christina, charlotte, seb, frederick, glen, kyall, jenelle (best name ever-just cos i had a best friend named that) and her sister stephanie. I straight away ran off to the sea, which from the sands at camber is a massive trek, charlotte and i were out of breath a quarter of the way there.
Seb and I stood in the water for a while until my whole right leg went numb from the cold and we decided to go back. Christina stepped on a crabs shell and Charlotte picked up another one, holding it, as if it was some sort of weapon.
As we were "walking" up-i decided to dance and skip around Charlotte and sung in her face at the top of my lungs, "I wanna be-the very best- that no one ever was... dun dun DUN DUN!"
I did the whole thing, got a few stares, some laughs, some looks of intense disgust, was all good.
Not much else happened,(that's a lie, I'm lazy and need to dry my hair and pack) i changed into someones shorts (that looked like boxers) to play games, but just watched them and rolled in the sand instead. We played touch football-where Charlotte pulled down my shorts and revealed my butt to the lucky ones who saw it down for a split second. I returned it to her for longer.
I cant remember why, but Glen picked me up at one point and ran to a dug out trench where he dropped me...on my head. All i remember was a loud sound and then i couldn't see. He fell in, shaking me, and all i could say was "Yeah, it really hurts, thud- my eyes are black-i was shaking." It's extremely painful right now. I remember why now, Jenny took a picture of us together, and i pulled the most disgusted face , directed at him and ruining a good picture.
Cant be bothered to talk about the rest, awkward car journey back, but a very good day at the beach. Ive been having a really good week actually, a really good life.

Old people scare me.
I'm not sure if I'm enjoying A Clockwork Orange.
I found my old thing of bubbles recently and have been making a mess of my room.
Damon Albarn makes a much better one eyed mascaraed man. (Except for when the original smacks the dude with his cane)
Alright, been watching it for a while, Clockwork is freakishly addictive.




I don't want to leave.
So don't. Stay here with me. We'll start a jazz band.