Hawaiians- 2, Me- 0

Item A)
First of all, I am being WORKED by the sun. Yeesh. Couldn't I have been even 1/32 Italian or something so I didn't turn into a tomato day after day, only to attain a mere semblance of a 'tan' by the END of summer? Nope, just me and my stark white Scandinavian skin trying to make it in near-equator latitudes.

Item B)
My phone got stolen out of my roommate's car today, in the parking lot of a church (the irony) overlooking Waimea Bay. At least it was a beautiful crime scene right?

(yeah, that beige-ish tower in the left third of the photo. not too shabby a place. bah.)

Maybe this is the universe's way of telling me to check myself out even more than I am.

OR

Maybe this is karma for me riding my bike around and saying to myself "Sheesh, I miss those happy-go-lucky Maori, Hawaiians are sure a grumpy bunch."
Seriously, they are Polynesia's version of hurried New Yorkers, only they still don't get anything done very fast. Just my observation.
It's okay, I might be pretty ticked too if Americans took over the beautiful islands of my grandfathers.

OR

Maybe it's just annoying...