beach, bru

For some silly reason, my mother decided that we should go hang out at the beach today. Keeping in mind that I'm the guy who usually cycles up to the beach, or does some bouldering around the place and am most definitely not content with just chilling by my sweet lonesome (because Paskal is a bit of a tool who gives up playing ball after like 20 seconds :p), it's not the greatest idea. Because I am going to get extremely frustrated. That's a given. It wouldn't be a problem if I had friends around. Or a friend. Or a romantic partner or something. Because the sea, the sea, the sea... I have issues with it. Like, I get a bad feeling deep down inside whenever I look out and think of the freedom it affords. Maybe I'm just jealous of people who aren't scared of it, because I know quite a few.

So alone...

But then Joe pitched up, which was sick, so we hung out and talked and chilled and watched one of his other friends doom himself with a girl much like I have the habit of doing, and in general I kinda wanted to go surf by the end of it. Maybe next week, and, who knows, we might catch some

siiiiiiick waves brah!!!