I love my asian.

His name is ryan ham.
I prefer calling him hyan ram though.
In case you were wondering, we did in fact meet in 7th grade. Well, we didn't exactly "meet" but when i was younger, i was obsessed with asians. My mom thought i was racist. (I am not)
He walked down the hall, i yelled "Hi asian!" He turned around and swore at me. I laughed so hard. I didn't even know him. But from then on, i was scared of him.
Last year, we became friends. I called him my best friend.
This year, we actually talk. He is the funniest person i've ever met. He is the best dancer i've ever seen. He is so nice. He is musically inclined, so it's great.
Basically our friendship has been based on our english class together.
We have too many inside jokes. At stake dances he interprative dances around people to make them feel awkward. Stephanie in english? Ms. Cowan, oh too good. One time he convinced me that he played 11 instruments..i believed him, because asians are skilled, everyone knows that. Yeah, he lied to me. He has taught me some nifty dance moves with a pen.
Basically, he is my best friend.
DO ASIAN BIG EYES.
I love him. And hes my favorite.
Just for you ryyann(: