grumble grumble n more grumble.

just when i thought my life in sjce couldn get any more painful in college, we the students of environmental engineering ( pronounced : enviraanmetal) and mostly my humbled seniors of the EEA ( environmental engineers association ) put forth an extremely interesting and happening event : branch fest.
this above mentioned event has been named : ENVision - 2010 . for all of us who do not kno which year we are living in right now, hurray ! we get a reminder thrown at our face at every badly done poster.. this , if we dont already have it in our phones , laptops , pg calendars........................
alright . let me confess. its not the fest that has me on such a crib-marathon. its the events !!! as most of them are pretty fun n jolly like an Irishman there's this one particular event that has caught my rapturous attention regarding its resourcefulness in raising awareness.
and the event is *drum roll* a fashion show ! aren't my seniors so darn clever. i kno ya.
as if their cleverness had not already been demonstrated they decided to put it into use. by handling the responsibility to the two most harebrained girls of my class. and this extremely clever decision was made due to the fact that they supposedly , umm , "carry" themselves well.
my poor highly envisioned seniors did not see the damage which was about to unfold on all us envi engineers.
so by the time they did realised it , in came myself n a friend from m-tech for damage control. yes , it did take all my seniors ego n pride (shedding of it that is) to come to me n hell yeah , a fashion show is not my thing. so smart little me enhanced the theme ( conveniently "elements of the earth") into something more of a play cum fashion show thingy and even gave the required music. as the earth was an entity older than new lil species of us humans , a traditional fashion show would be apt thought me n said so. my harebrained not-friends finally got an inkling of an idea as to what must be done.
but , as dumb blondishness struck cruelly upon my fate (luckily though) my harebrained batch mates forgot about the theme n established some sort of their-own-idea strategy which wickedly resembled my theme ( shocker! ) n went ahead with the whole planning n all the blah that was needed.
so i bowed down elegantly n washed my hands off this seeming disaster n left them at their work. the poor things.
now the scene a couple of days later : dear lil me has been reassigned for damage control as , *snicker* , the all the gods of disaster have descended on the theme. my not-friends have forgotten the theme n have made it a western cum traditional fashion show. which was why i have been secretly assigned for damage control. secretly, lest the harebrained committee put up a protest citing lack of faith , trust , responsibility and other seeming nouns and adjectives n what nots which can be used to fill up the blonde blanks.
the end result : not yet known. the rehearsals are tomorrow and i will be requested to do what has to be done. maybe i will , maybe i wont. depends on how my ego is pumped.
*evil laugh*