January 24, 2019

We were continuing our ongoing project in the science lab from last week. I was still annoyed at my lab partner for having done none of the work when we last met. Our task this week involved making thin sheets of plastic clay on a tray. This was done by setting a large block of clay on some baking paper and slowly kneading it outwards until in was thin enough. We were running out of time and we still needed to bake the sheets in the oven.

My partner picked up the tray and started writing on the other side of the paper with a marker. I asked him what he was writing. He turned back and said he was writing our procedure. “Do you just not tell anybody what you’re doing?” he shouted in an accusatory tone. Even though I knew it was a bad habit, I never felt the need to keep any notes for this class. “Well thanks for last week”, I retorted, and said the he was calling out the wrong person. I mentioned that I wasn’t planning on bringing it up until now.

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I was watching an old anime movie with a friend. It depicted a country where the balance of power was kept in check with an American funded mecha underneath the capital city. In the midst of a revolution, the middle of the city opened up as the super-weapon rose up from the ground. My friend said he though it was a retelling of an American movie Strong Arm. I told him that it was possible, as they loved referencing western works back in the day.

The main character in the movie became increasingly deranged as he uncovered the conspiracy. He ears could no longer be submerged into the water without his vision going crazy. Voices told him that they activated the cameras in eyes which “saw the truth”. He soon found himself following a trail on ants in the snow.