Surf's up but I'm not

Dear Diary,

I don’t really have enough time to write because my friend is about to pick me up for yet another beach day. My summer has been perfect so far and I am so excited to get out of the house. Yesterday, I spent the entire day at the beach, drank an unhealthy amount of chocolate shakes from Ruby's and got a horrible sunburn (that I don’t even regret having because I had the best time.) I don't understand how people can pass up a beautiful day in the sun for a day in their bedroom with nobody else to make them laugh except their favorite TV characters. If I stay home for too long, I start to eat EVERYTHING and go crazy with boredom. I need the outdoors! This whole summer I have lived off of Ruby's chicken tenders and french fries, and banzai bowls for dessert. I mean, Vampire Diaries and Gossip Girl sounds relaxing but so does soaking up the sun and swimming in the water.

Living so close to the beach and growing up near the water is a plus and it's hard not to pass up an opportunity. When I was younger, every Saturday during the summer, my dad would take me to my private surfing lesson with an instructor. I would surf all morning and later go to the beach again. San Clemente is a beach city and I could never imagine moving away. A summer not going to the beach is like an unsharpened pencil, it's pointless (sorry about the school pun). Now that I can drive, there won't be a day this summer not spent in the ocean. Gotta go, beach awaits.

Love,

Sandy Shore

P.s. this is my new home for the rest of the summer:

Dear Diary,

How does Sandy do it? She's always at the beach. I just don't understand… my bed is way too comfortable. I can't just get out of bed and turn off Grey's Anatomy in a second. My motivation has been flushed down the toilet. At times I find myself staring at the wall in sheer boredom. I mean, isn't summer supposed to be the time to catch up on Once Upon a Time and Glee? But then I go on Instagram and see Sandy's daily posts of her at some new found beach. I'm slightly jealous of her. She probably has no idea what Netflix is. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I always joke about how all summer, all I am going to do is "lay in bed, eat food, and watch Netflix," little do people know that I am dead serious. Little do people also know that I really want to get out, but I just don’t. Maybe it's laziness, or maybe I am just not an outdoor kind of person, but since I check my phone every five seconds because I have nothing better to do, I see the fun that everyone has (especially Sandy, I am convinced she's a mermaid), and I can’t help but want to be a part of it. Thank God for unlimited data because I wouldn't be able to watch Netflix on my phone. Hold the judgmental gasps. It's a problem, I understand. But I can't cut Netflix, cold turkey.

I don't understand how she has all the time in the world. I mean, I have time, sometimes too much time which is why I sulk in my bed rather than enjoy my summer like Sandy does. I have to admit that she probably has more fun outside on the sand than me in my twin size bed wrapped in my cheetah print Snuggie. I bet she discovered some buried treasure or something cool like that. The amount of times I have been to the beach don’t even make up half of the times Sandy has. And the thing is, every time I go out, I end up having fun. I guess being under a rock has prevented me from living my life and having a fun time. I will attempt to go out more rather than watch my unhealthy amount of T.V. It's settled. Rather than watching Teen Beach Movie, I will be Teen Beach Movie.

Best,

Couch Potato