BUUUURN.

Two layers of sunscreen, and two hours later....





Story of the weekend: Out for a few drinks, with my lovely Mother. A man walks up to the bar, and tells us "my friend" wants to buy me a drink. I receive my Kilkenny (similar to Boddington's Pale Ale) not a moment too soon I am graced with the presence of "my friend". He went on to say "Beauty deserves an award", so I got a beer for it. CHEESE AT IT'S BEST.


Cheers.

Borders.

I blame it on Mother Nature. It's been so nice out, and I happen to wear dresses. At Border's earlier today, while shopping for a History book for my class. I see, from the corner of my eye, a man approaching me. Just keeps scooting closer and closer. Now if Border's is the place to pick up girls, especially in the history section, some-one please inform me of this. Commentary goes like this:

Big Burly Black Man: I reallly like your dress. *creepy smirk*
Me: Thanks? :)
A random guy sitting in a chair reading: He doesn't like your dress, he wants what is under it.

Now. Would have been okay if the man just said he liked my dress. He did NOT have to emphasize REAALLLLLY, that's the creepy part. Then even though "Random guy" is around my age, not normally something you would say out loud to a stranger.

Odd day. What will top it tomorrow?

It's been strange one.

smile because it happens.