Dear Die-ary...

"This baby is restless.... This baby is sleeping soundly. Why? Because his mother FEEDS IT GIN."

Why did that make me laugh? Heh. At least I think that's how the quote went. Yeah, yeah... anyway...

So I went to the moon today. It was quite cold, you know, despite it being spring 'n' all. Not many people there, so it was quite deserted... not many shops were open anyway. No food shops or stands were open, and we got hungry. Well, it was a nice place to have a walk, yes, I must admit. Many craters, though, which was a tad annoying. Oh, and there was the lack of fresh air. So we came back down, after a while.

Instead we went to some random place called Swanage. I don't really live anywhere near it, but that's where we went. There was no point in going at all. So, it was pointlessly pointless. (Marvel at my pitiful attempts to build up the story here.) We went into many low-funded shops, to stare at the crap stock. That was fun. But what I didn't actually understand was the behavior of two ignorant women...

As soon as I walked into that shop, whatever it was, the two shop assistants started laughing. From what I could tell, at me. And they took no measures to make their 'gloating' discreet. They even said something, I don't know what, but I picked out some of the words, which were, "She," and, "haystack". Then they laughed full-heartidly, sounding like a flock of seagulls. No one else has 'complained' before. I have no idea of what these under-educated women have in their tedious little minds, from what I could see, they looked like prostitutes that wore clothes from charity shops. 2 things I desperately wanted to do, but didn't, were punching them after letting their guard down, or explain to them how I am amazed that they have jobs with such ignorance as that. I would, but I'm pretty darn sure that I'm not the only one they've been laughing in-their-faces at. So I'll happily sit back and wait for them to get fired.

But, that's not the only strange thing that happened on that trip. I was waiting outside that little shop of horrors (free insult with every purchase, or we'll just give it to you for free!), some random guy called for my attention. He was standing outside a pub across the street, looking like he'd already been in there, as part of his body was still stuck inside it. He called to me with a friendly smile, "Hey, nice hair." And vanished back inside. What the hell was that about?? My Dad smiled at me, saying at how nice that was. However he's just totally oblivious to modern day society. I explained to him about the evidence laid before us: He was in a pub. He was most likely dared to say that to me. My Mom piped up, "What? Tell you about how nice your hair looks?" I shook my head in disbelief. Isn't it darn obvious? It's like... hmm... it's like someone who's just thrown up all over themselves, and it's all down their top. Some random guy comes up and says with a smile, "Nice shirt." Not the best example, because I have not thrown up on my hair. But you understand what I'm getting at, no? Personally, I don't know if what he said was sarcastic, a dare, or just a random compliment. And it worries the crap outta me. Maybe I am unaware of what the world thinks of me? Maybe... it's history repeating itself... In future, I would prefer all 'compliments' or comments kept to the person in question, for I do not understand if it's sarcasm, etc etc, so it confuses me, and I don't take compliments very well. Even if it is an honest and true compliment. I just don't like it.

I'm not paranoid, I'm just aware.

# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 10:41 PM