Multicultural Madness

For the next week or so I woke up to rice bing made or hearing chinese words being screamed out in sleep. Sometimes there would be strange foods or a carton of milk in a pot of water that wasn't there when I went to sleep. Ying left notes like "feel good" and "where do you buy a bike" and "what does a cricket look like?" on my desk for me. Kevin is a big, fat, obnoxious slob who thinks were best friends, and tells me all about his girlfriend and ridiculous things I dont want to hear. He abuses his girlfriend verbally on the phone saying "youre the only brunette Ive gone out wiht, I only like Blondes you should feel lucky" and "if you ever break up wiht me I'll kill you" and "you should listen to your mom, if she tlaks about me I'll kill her too" and he says how theyre getting married, and just other ridiclous horrible things.