This is my neighbor's pool. You can't see it, but there are about a trillion bugs floating on the top of the water. But that's okay. You know why? Because it's a pool.

Last summer, I had access to the apartment pool where one of my friends babysat. We'd go three to four times a week, and I had a very nice tan. This summer though, the family doesn't live there, and so I have no pool access. We sold our boat a few years ago to pay for my car, so I can't go to the lake. I had convinced my dad to buy us an above ground pool, but the only level area we have in our yard is on the side, where it would be in view of the street, and the stupid neighborhood laws say we can't do that. So, I was missing out on the summer fun of swimming and floating and basically doing anything to get wet.

So, on the day of The Meltdown (as I've come to call it), my dad went over to our neighbor's house (an older couple) and asked if I could use their pool in an attempt to make me feel better. Well, now I have a pool... kinda.

I sat out today with Romeo and Juliet so I could simultaneously enjoy my summer and do my work. I put on SPF 30... and still got fried. My attempts to set myself apart from all the pasty British people has worked - but I'll be red, instead of tan.

Today is Day 100! I can't believe it's been 100 days since I started - it doesn't seem like it's been nearly that long. So... yay!

The pictures were my attempt at creating a panoramic view of North Campus. I sat here today for about an hour in the shade reading. When I finished my book, I still had another half hour before class, so I decided to take advantage of the most amazingly cushy grass known to man and lay in the sun for a while. Twenty minutes later, I got up and went to class. Fast forward to 7 PM. I went to the bathroom. While there, I noticed... I'm sunburned. I sat in the grass for twenty minutes in 68 degree weather, and I got sunburned. DAMN ENGLISH SKIN!

And I just accidentally scratched it.

Ouch.