Last week I did something kind of silly [and stupid]. Boredom never leads to any good. Of course nothing truly drastic results [thank the goodness] but if it had ... well me not being able to surf at Concessions ever again would probably be the least of my worries.

Lifeguard Mari said that I should never allow a boy to dictate where I surf but I've run away for a lot less. But then again I rarely if ever care about/love something as much as I love my little surf spot.

For the moment there is a truce.

Whilst typing this article my grandma leaned over my shoulder and asked,
"No more boyfriend?"
"No Grandma."
"Good girl."

ARGH.