speak of the asian who owns a bicycle and he shall appear.

Yesterday im trying to wrestle my bicycle from amoung the fourty thousand that are lined up outside the Bekka, since they are changing the parking system, and now all the bikes and motorcycles are with ours. Anyway, in a mock-bad mood kind of way, i start loudly grumbling to Alex about the moron who parked his bike like a centimeter from mine. Then up walks (guessing on spelling here) Omeyo-san, the nice boy from one class up, who unlocks said other bicycle, and apologizes several times for it being in the way. Garg. I am officially a heel.

Also! When i have more time, i must tell you about the amusingness of the music thing i watched last night!!! But schooltime is now.