His name is 拖把 (Mop) and he lives in Behind the Wall, the Mexican place near our dorms and I'm gonna figure out how to get him home with me.
In unrelated news, a cab driver and I got into a lengthy conversation about Chinese and Westerners and Japanese. I stopped understanding him when he started going off on the Japanese and just nodded and smiled and agreed (对!). He told me that he could tell my ancestors were English because of my skin, my yellow hair and blue eyes (even though he originally thought I was French, and told me I was his first 法国朋友 [French friend]).
Anyway, my roommate Duo Wei (or as my mom calls her, Dolly) me and Erin went to this tiny, hole in the wall restaurant a few days ago and she told us a little bit about herself. She's 23 and she loves Lady Gaga, 50 Cent and Alicia Keys and when a mosquito made its presence known in the restaurant she picked up a chopstick and mimed stabbing at it, saying "Die, die!" So of course we're getting along fabulously.
So yesterday I was walking to the dorm and I noticed this guy holding two giant pitchers of water and giant bucket kept turning around and giving me nervous looks. I didn't really think a lot of it, since everyone gives me some kind of weird look (I have yet to get an old Chinese grandmother to smile back at me--I'm determined to get at least one to smile back before I leave in four months). But every couple of steps he took, he turned around to see if I was still behind him. This guy legit thought I was following him! So of course, me being the creepstar that I am, I kept grinning at him every time he turned around. Needless to say, he scurried away from me down a side ally.
We start classes on Monday, which is going to be...interesting. Have a great weekend everyone!