Turned 21 this past Friday, February 8th. Doesn’t feel too different from being 20. I guess the shock hasn’t kicked in yet.

What shock, you ask? You know, the whole “WOOO I’m 21!! YEAAAHHH!” shock. It’s prolly an alcohol related feeling, finally being able to purchase your own booze. It’s not like I’ve never tasted the stuff before (omg I’m a criminal), so I wasn’t too elated over the whole deal. “But you’re 21 now! It’s different,” says some of my friends. Meh, I guess. Am I opposed to drinking copious amounts of beer and liquor? No, not at all. It was just that the person I would have liked to get bubbly with was far away. I told everyone that I wanted lots and lots of sweet, deadly cake. “Eh, cake? But you’re 21!” was the general reaction. A birthday is a great time to get cake, no?
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I had a presentation for my EALC/GWS (East Asian Lang and Culture/Gender and Women’s Studies) class this past Wednesday. I presented ‘Barriers to women’s cultural change and revolution in China’ to my teacher and classmates. In order to prevent my audience from being too bored, I included some comics in my power point slides. As to how they relate to my topic, I’ll leave that to you guys. Enjoy.

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I’m in the undergrad library right now. I had some soup for lunch (Roasted tomato and red pepper bisque – delicious, btw) and then I started looking for an open computer. I saw two open machines, so I tried the one on the right first. It didn’t work, so I sat on the one to the left. This was around 1:20. Since then, others have come by to use the broken compy on the right. I told the first several people that came the computer was out of order, but they didn’t pay my words any notice and sat down anyway, only to get up again. My warnings didn’t seem to have any effect, so I stopped.

Right now, its about 2:30, and I’ve seen 16 17 people come by to use the machine. It’s been pretty amusing actually, to see all those hopefuls come to the computer only to have their hopes crushed by this non-operational computer. It’s 18 people now. Some people have actually sat in front of the computer for a good couple of minutes, staring at the monitor, wiggling the mouse frantically to try will the computer to life. Now it’s up to 19. Others have tried the power buttons, while one individual got on his knees to check the power plug connections on the the floor. The monitor powers up just fine, fooling some to wait and see if the computer will work as well. Now we have our 20th victim.

Sometimes they come in small groups, and I can see the excitement on their faces as they spot the empty computer seat, a potential source of study, pleasure, or socializing. The joy quickly fades from their face as they realize this computer is merely a hunk of plastic and metal bits which serve no purpose except to humiliate them. There’s our 21st. Make that 22. I swear, some of these people see others before them fail, but decide to try anyway.

Many of them glance over at my station, if only to catch a glimpse of the electronic freedoms that I am experiencing, the very ones they have been denied. Or maybe they’ve actually managed to read some of the text that I am typing right now, noting their disappointment, but unable to retort except to trot off with their heads bowed in shame. Absolutely delicious.

Ah, the bell. Time for class.