I saw happy asian guy spit on a car today and so I've been thinking about whether he deserves his name or not. If you don't know him, he's this guy who walks around Queensgate and he's always smiling and invading your personal space - kinda like Miley Cyrus. But I've never seen him spit on anything before for no reason. Or at all, for that matter.
In other news I'm officially sick of the holidays. You know that your life is boring when you can make an event of buying V. But it was seriously good. It's back to school in a few days and for the first time in my life I'm actually excited. All I do at home is listen to the wiggles and sleep (while listening to the wiggles). It's my nephew's music - I promise.