Monday, December 19, 2005

Go away bubbly demon!!!
Hullo fellow shoppers.

It seems that every time I sink into a well of emotional crap, something retarded tugs me out. Thank goodness for the retarded stuff.

So what was it that awakened the dormant good mood within?

Balloons.

Yeah. F*cking balloons..

Like any other Sunday, I slept in until around 2:00ish. I'm just about to get out of bed when I see four balloons. They were white balloons and they were unbelievably big.. I think they were those gag balloons. So each balloons adorned one of my hats. There was my cowboy hat, my top hat, my RvB touque and my old plain black baseball cap. These balloons were just sitting there on my floor. Nothing to worry about right? They're just sitting there, wearing my hats. Yes, a bit creepy but they're doing no harm to me, right?

Wrong.

If you don't know already, I'm deathly afraid of balloons. Well, not the balloons themselves. Balloons POPPING to be more accurate. I have some balloons put up in my office actually but THOSE balloons are safely put up where no sharp objects can touch them. (Yes. I've got balloons in my office...) The balloons in my room were something completely different.

Just as I was about to pick them up, in come my two sisters smiling devious white smiles, while wielding bloody DARTS. Yeah, sharp steel darts. It wasn't hard to figure out what they were up to. Now I was too far from my bed to jump back in and hide so I could only pass through them. Although there was a good chance that my sisters could have thrown the darts through my feet, I was still more concerned about the damn balloons.

Clever girls... They ambushed me. As I fleed my room, I was greeted by MORE balloons, scattered on the hallway floor and on the stairwell.

I ran through the inflated hell orbs screaming "F*ck f*ck f*ck! Balloons balloons balloons!" seeking safety from those damned rubber demons. Meanwhile, my sisters were busy shoving them all downstairs and popping a few with their darts on the way.

I hid in my basement and locked the door. The girls stood waiting outside rubbing the balloons to make that ear-piercing balloony noise. About a half-hour later, they assured me that the balloons were gone. I didn't hear any popping so I hesitated to come out. Eventually,. I gave up and peered outside. They had pushed the balloons out the door. It was a nice sight seeing them fly off with the wind...

...away from me.

You can't make this kind of retarded stuff up. I wish I could I was imagining it all, but there are popped balloons in my trashcan still. It was real and dammit, they still scare the shit out of me..

So despite being awakened by the most random phobia you could think of, I'm happy to report that I'm feeling better now. The gloominess has faded a but and has been replaced with... a fear of f*cking balloons.

Argh. Stupid sisters. I hate 'em and I love 'em too much.

Man.. I've got a busy few days ahead of me. I've a truckload of photography to finish and even more photo editing. The work is fun and all and I can totally handle it but I really wanna get it over with so I can focus on the holidays.

Thanks goodness green tea = energy.

I also recently found out my POLYSICS buds bought me gifts. I need to get them something now too. I need to draw them card as well because... I kinda said I did. *smacks head* Oh well. I love the rush.

You guys take it easy this week, alright? Here's to NOT waking up to the things you fear most...

Cheers.

- enin -

P.S. No sisters were harmed during these evil events. I will, however, eat their chocolates.
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