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I am home. This makes me very sad. I want to surf. More than anything out there I want to surf. Instead I'm in my messy room, knowing I should be doing work. I'm also extrodinarily horny. It's really not fair, the day I come home Sara goes on holiday. It's not like I haven't tried to stop all this horny madness, but tonight it's just not working. I don't know why not. I can only keep trying.

I so desperatly want to surf that I may just go cable wakeboarding, it's the nearest I can get. I'll go for a intro course £45 (you get 3 hours on the water; board, wetsuit, helmet and life vest hire included as well as a tutor to take you through things). Anyone want to join me?

Other plan making includes this holiday malarky, we are both free after the 21st May 2010, and our accomodation (7 nights) and lessons (6) comes to £245 each, so all we have to do now is get paid and book it. I'm very excited.

I'm also forever making adjustments to my calculations for uni and planning my stay.

At the end of November, parents are taking children and a +1 to CenterParcs for 5 days to enjoy the pool and some time off school. It'll be wonderful. I'm taking Sara. 4 days in the same bed as her, I'll be too tired for the pool. Almost.

But above all else. I'm horny and I want to surf.