Beach

Calm, and clear. Perhaps not the way I exactly like the ocean, but it would do. B would not come in very far, even though the waves were so much smaller then when R.D taught me how to survive the "killer" waves. She stood at the shore line, letting the white breakers crash on her. They covered her with sand, which apparently makes your skin smoother.

R.D and I went into the ocean. We went past where the waves crashed and broke. We went far out into the ocean, past where my feet could touch. I of course kinda freaked out, and thoughts of him being a demon, who was leading me to a watery death came back to me; but I was safe. R.D had awesome swimming skills along with lifeguard training so I still felt kinda safe out in the water, past my normal safety point.

We tread there, deep in the water, for a while. It was nice. A swell came up, and I breathed in deeply to make sure that I wouldn't go. One of the cool things R.D taught me how to do.

Eventually, we floated back into the shore. There, I decided, I would bury myself alive. in a shallow grave mind you.

As I dug a very shallow, and not long hole, R.D taunted me. He was worse then the french guy in Monty Python in the Holy Grail. His taunts were ridiculous. "I'm not helping you because it will strengthen your resolve" he would say. I would respond back "Come onnnnnn help meeee!!!" Then he would say something back to that. In the end, I dug my own hole, but B and R.D buried me in it.

Being buried in the sand is scary. I started panicking under the weight of the sand. I was afraid they would leave me there, because they said they would. After B took a picture on her phone (only my head was sticking out) I forced my body out of the sand. I could only get my legs out at first, and I made orc sounds as I rose from the grave. The overly tan guy in the chair down the beach a bit looked at me strangely but I didn't care. After a bit of wiggling, I only had my legs out and one arm. My entire torso was covered in sand. It felt nice. I wasn't afraid, but my other arm was starting to hurt so I pulled myself out. I looked ridiculous, because my arm got stuck in the sand, so I had to flip over and face down in the sand to get myself out. Not fun.

After unburying myself, I thought about how artistic I looked. I could of been a sand model. That was when R.D said something like "that is looking at simple things too deeply" That made me rethink my artisticness, but I quickly forgot it as I ran back into the ocean where later on I would be slammed on my back by a wave. Where I would also later on flash some people as a wave tore off my top when it crashed down on me.

After the beach, it was In N Out we went to.