Outer Banks - Day 5 July 21

B - Cheerios - 100
Milk - 40

L - apple - 70
1 1/2 Monte Cristo sandwich - (God knows)

D - 5 slices of cheese pizza
1 1/2 serving Phish Food
1 chicken wing
Doritos - 300

I was very good today until about lunch. The apple I had was supposed to be lunch, but then I remembered that I had asked my dad to make me a Monte Cristo sandwich and felt guilty since he went out and bought and entire loaf of French bread just for me. And the pizza grew legs and walked down my throat, I swear. I hope that all of my calories were offset by how much exercise I had today. We went to the beach twice to play in the waves. It was a real adventure, because the current was so strong and kept pulling me to the left when I wanted to go forward. I was soooo tired afterwards both times. And on those beach trips we did a lot of walking on the sand. My tan's improving.

Much later, I told my dad I was going for a walk. I started walking through the little development we're living in for the week, but got bored, so I went back to the house and got my flip flops, some water, and my iPod. I would have left the iPod, but I planned on doing some running along the water once I got to the beach since I can't run unless I'm barefoot. The sand was so nice. I got my feet all wet and sandy running along the coastline. I left my phone at home so it wouldn't get wet. Mistake number one. Mistake number two was getting lost and not remembering which set of stairs I hap put my stuff by. It had been the best run of my life, and so eventually I found my stuff, the stairs, and my way back to the house. On the street leading up to our driveway I see my dad walking towards me. Long story short, I was gone for a long time, he got worried since he couldn't get ahold of me since I left my phone at home. We talked it out and all is well now, but I hate it that he doesn't think I'm capable of protecting and taking care of myself when I'm alone. I can't really blame him, though. He's never spent enough time with me to even know the kind of person I am and what I'm capable of. He doesn't realize I'm older than I seem. He doesn't understand that I'm smart, either. He thinks I should be acing easy classes instead of struggling through super hard ones. By the way, he's the type of guy who's pissed that I got 2 B's out of the entire year. Every other grade was an A, and he's pissed about two B's. Might I mention that the B's were in Biology and Honors Algebra 2? Classes I was supposed to take in 10th grade instead of 9th because they're hard, but I took them because I worked my ass off in middle school? It's really frustrating.