Come sail away with me.

Man, I feel great today. The sun's shining, the weather's warm. I'm ready to go to Daytona. I'm so ready for the beach. When I was in the tanning bed a little while ago, I kept imagining that I was lying on the beach. I keep picturing myself out on the beach with John, swimming in the ocean with him, building sandcastles - just goofing off. I keep thinking about that feeling you get after you've been swimming all day and then you come inside and take a shower and chill. Or like when you've been out in the sun all day and your face feels all tight later that night. When you go out to eat in the evening and you have that 'beach bum' look - that look like you're half-way sunburned and you're exhausted from having so much fun out on the beach. John really got me thinking about that when I met him on break today. He's just such a wonderful boyfriend. He really is amazing. And I can't wait to go to Daytona with him. I will do everything in my power to make sure I can go.

And right now, I can't stand my parents. They're such mood killers. They make a big deal about every little thing. My dad just came in here and fussed at me about John going through my mom's cell phone, like it's some big deal. Oh my gosh! It's a freaking cell phone. It's not like he meant anything by it! Gah, my dad gets on my nerves. And honestly, I'm glad I have to work until 11 tonight, 'cause I don't wanna sit around and deal with him for the rest of the day.

Anyway, I have to go get ready for work. I hope John and I can hang tomorrow. I'd really like to go to the park or something. Just anything outside. Anyway, gotta go.