You're Asian, you must be smart, right?

A couple of pictures from my 21st.



From left to right, ehhh.., it doesn't really matter. Thanks goes to the poor lady whom we asked to take the pictures for us. God knows the only person capable of playing with electronics at that point was Misheru and she ain't the best with electronics.





Continuing the tradition of making weird faces and poses at the camera, this was taken just after Sophia's. We went to Dennis' immediately after this.



As for the more recent past..., Sean absolutely destroyed a rabbit going onto the onramp the other day. We didn't go take a look or anything, but considering the speed at which Sean was going, there was little to no chance of the bugger having survived it. I joke around about curbing the growth of the rabbit and duck population on campus, but actually killing a rabbit was somewhat traumatic. Reminds me of the time Diana and I encountered a lady spazzing about a rabbit she probably hit on the road and did not kill. Anyway, that was a slight damper on the meal at In n Out.

Now, Dollar Pint Night at Sudwerks just a few days ago was fun. My first time since my birthday that I've gone to a place that checked my ID! I had just four dollars, but I borrowed another dollar from Mark so I could pay the cover and get two beers. Looked like I was going to have to play DD anyhow, so anymore beer would not have been such a great idea I think. Ended up meeting a lot of random folk including a philosophy TA of mine from Spring quarter, classmates from sophomore year and such. The night ended fairly early since Paul, the guy whose car I was driving home, was feeling done just a bit around midnight. So we grabbed Mark, who lives with Paul, and walked out. Paul ended up denting the hood of his car when he punched it out of frustration. At that point I grabbed the keys and we went on our way.

The drive home was short, and we talked a bit about the fairer kind and senior year and our ever-nearing graduation. Not that any of us really WANTED to talk about it, but inevitably, conversation drifts towards that end in moments of silence. Naturally, as we were talking, my attention was on the road but at the same time not entirely on the road. One enters that mode of auto-pilot where the body takes over and directs the car to stay in the lines, away from other cars, and things like that. I suppose one might say that something equivalent to "muscle memory" is taking control of the car and our subconscious occupies itself with that while our higher order thoughts tend to more interesting things.

However, the subconscious is not so good at dealing with unexpected things, and as such when a speedy ball of white fur dashes in front of the vehicle, the brain tends to stutter, spit all over itself, and eventually the moment passes and one realizes the brain has failed to act. Thus, the second rabbit in four days was slaughtered with my being witness to its passing.

Sean has suggested that he and I start a club. I say that Avelino is gonna have to work hard if he expects to keep the trend up. I'm not sure if a bike is enough to take a rabbit out in one go.