Classical transferrance
The weather here has been awesome. For the first time since Africa I'm TANNED! WOW! I still (as per usual) look pale, but it's not so bad.
Victory!

So, i met some people the other day -- one of Jake's friends came over and asked if we wanted to go to the driving range. I said sure, why not. Jake said there was no time to change, so i went in a billowing blue and white peasant skirt. It was very...odd, because whenever the wind would blow my skirt would whirl around me. I actually felt kind of cute, because hey, I can certainly handle a golf club. That is, when i swing and DON'T miss the ball.
Anyhow. His friend brought his girlfriend, who consistantly called me "hon" and "sweetie". It pissed me off when she, upon seeing and impressive shot (is that what they're called?) said "oh look at you, sweetie!" I wanted to smack her, but i bit my tongue. She stopped calling me that and talking to me in the diminuative when she learned that we were the same age.

My birthday was yesterday. I got stuff. :D