Wednesday, July 27, 2005

today we did a chem prac in school. We were supposed to perform the catalytic cracking of paraffin. We were the last class to do it. In the past week, the other five classes doing the experiment blew stuff up. There were at least three explosions among them. However, the good people of Enoch were determined to best them. we managed to make three boiling tubes turn into flamethrowers, and we plan to do more next week. We here at Enoch are many things, but most of all we're destructive, anarkey(i spell it however the (expletive) i want to spell it)-obsessed (expletive)s


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But ACS is weird in general. today i wandered into a meeting of the newly-created school newspaper(doh, last year habakkuk had that idea but we couldnt be bothered to get more than one issue out). These guys are really getting into it( then again, their all GEPs). most of them think of it as the ACS Tabloid. I begin to wonder why they had this idea now. perhaps they've been reading Acxis too much. a few even wanted to use that as the name( The French guys and Ken Tay are going to by pissed). fortunately, ACne seemed to be a more popular title.

When i asked to do an After-Lifestyle segment on the last page of the Lifestyle section, they just stared at me.

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Fortunately, drama is still taking up most of my time so i dont laze around comtemplating evovling into an energy-based entity. Not for long though, opening night is on fri! hahaha! i just hope it will be as good as last years though. Its quite funny but the humour is of the intellegent bristish variety instead of the lame Acsian stereotype variety. We do still have some ac humour. for instance, i play an evil hunchback who wants to be a christmas elf. Anyway, we're a full house for Fri but you can catch Sat's show. Im selling tickets for ten bucks only now, so quick buy from me! 416 enoch, gray level.

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Since i like to be random, ill just put in a little segment here on one of my fears(be awed by my openess). For some strange reason, im terrified of pronouncing people's names wrong, hence offending them. thats why i alway try no to say people's names if i dont have to.

i dont know where this fear originated. Perhaps its from my time in kindergarten( or whatever-the-(expletive) they call that place where they keep kids) where no one could pronounce my Christian name, much less my indian middle and surname. its very funny to find out what could have scarred you for life when you were a kid. for some its a evil-looking sock under the bed, others its an esspecially evil teacher/babysitter. for me it was having my name confused with a verb.



hahahaha.