So admittedly I've been feeling a little emo today. Even though I had a fun day. We stopped at a petrol station on the way to the beach, and I went to the Mens' and glimpsed my face in the mirror, and died a little on the inside. It was all red and irritated, as I'd just shaved in the morning, and the fluoro lights showed every gruesome bump and scaly lump. So it made me feel really self-conscious for the whole day. Fluorescent lighting, especially of the sort that is poorly positioned in bathrooms, should be outlawed! I think I'm also just feeling totally overwhelmed with all the study I am supposed to do for graduate entry to medicine. Having to arduously work through Organic Chemistry and Physics text books, in my holidays, seems absolutely outrageous. How am I supposed to be working through these dry textbooks when I cold be frolicking, or picnicking, or falling off surfboards, or reading something interesting, or doing ANYTHING ELSE!
Did I ever mention that it infinitely annoys me that I cannot wrap text around images! Instead I decided that you shall have to view them all at once, photomontage style. Or you could just pretend that they're neatly spaced down the page with text accompanying them. I was going to take a photo of my face, then didn't because I'm sunburnt as well as pimpley and scaly (and I think I would die of shame).
So, the goods. We arrived fairly early to the beach and plonked our stuff down on the sand. Eagerly strapping our leg ropes to our ankles, we dashed into the surf. I stood there, and froze for about 5 minutes, as I usually do. The water temperature was refreshing, but not the sort I can just dive into immediately. So my other two surfer friends were already out the middle (there was no back). So I paddled out, and got heckled by every wave coming my way. They were dumping shories (waves that break too early and on the shore); devastated. When you haven't surfed for a while, the type of wave that you want is one that can carry you some decent distance. You have to have the time to struggle to get up, and the power to push you without too much paddling, and the knowledge that you'll softly beach yourself. Instead it was the type where you get pushed down and tumbled because you weren't up and controlling the board well enough, quickly enough. So I found it really frustrating, hopefully it will be better next time. Granted my other surf mates said it was ok, but they're a lot better than me (damn, faulty coordination genes) and have been surfing for longer and a lot more regularly. But still, my pride is a little sore.
We also played frisbee. Specifically ultimate frisbee. Which I quite enjoy, even though I'm completely uncoordinated at throwing and catching things (I imagine I look much like a seal trying to catch some sort of slippery fish, and rarely succeeding). Sadly we lost. I walked up and down the beach, had a thick-shake (oddly, I'm still not feeling sick, maybe I'm less lactose intolerant than what I thought) and I read a little. Considering that I woke up in a sort of anti-social mood, it was quite enjoyable just hanging and talking with my beach bum friends.
I also went to church tonight and briefly farewelled a cool guy, who is my connect (kind of bible study) group leader, who's going back to New Zealand to complete his Ph D over summer.
Anyway, I hope I'm feeling a little better tomorrow, and that this sunburn fades quickly (it's so hot!!). Thanks for stopping by and listening to me whinge.