I love you and I hope your day is going well.
Went to see All New People with some friends today, was so exciting to be in the same building as the hilariously talented Zach Braff. Really enjoyed the play with funny moments such as “Your balls are in my face” and “Finding love is like trying to build a house of cards on top of a squirrel”, and the more profound “In a 100 years there’ll be all new people”. Hung outside the stage door at the end, unfortunately we weren’t close enough to get a picture :( but saw his face and managed to get autographs :) Such a great afternoon, now I have to return to the reality of coursework…yayy.
TIP: Don’t draw a face on a balloon. Otherwise the helium in it will retain its floatiness for a ridiculous number of weeks. And every time you walk past it your motion will make it slowly turn to face you. Then your brother will put it in your room and when you turn over to go to sleep its at the end of your bed staring you down, despite having been facing the opposite wall moments before. In fact I’m pretty certain it’s even staring you down right now with its huge eyes and that knowing, ominous smile. Basically, its existence is the definition of creepy. So the moral of the story is let balloons be, they are beautiful as they are, do not mark them with unnatural human features. They are not human, don’t make them be what they are not. Accept them for who they are, in their floaty, colourful, fun entirety, and if you see one falling towards the floor, do it a favour and DIVE FOR THAT SHIT.