Hot Air Ballooning Through Life

I wish this post could start of with some magical moment that happened on my way back home after a lecture this morning... something like me spotting a brightly coloured balloon caught on a bush outside the Hamilton Building and as I appraoch it floats up into the air and flies away, and then I have a terribly sentimental and nostalgic reverie about my childhood.
Alas, (well probably more to your relief) no such thing happened this morning, and I can actually start the REALITY aspect of my post with a super funny story that I was telling Fish about the other day which got me thinking about the balloon theme :) For my sis' 21st in Jan (see 'Photies'), she wanted to get a few balloons blown up with helium to put around the place, and so on the morning of her 21st, my mom went to get them done. Someone had told her that she could either go to Spur or to Cardies, and since she was at Eastgate, and saw Spur first, she went in and enquired of an extremely skeptical waiter if he could get someone could blow up the balloons for her. The man looked at her with a mixture of alarm and sympathy as a result of what was apparantly a severe mental disorder on her part and said that he would have to go and speak to his manager about it. My mom thought their lack of enthusiasm was a bit weird, but when the manager appeared with the bewildered waiter a few moments later, she repeated her request. The manager's face adopted pretty much the same expression as the waiter's and then then he asked how many balloons there were. When my mom replied that there were about six, he said, okay, and asked her to hand them over. He turned to the waiter, gave him one, took another for himself, and then said to the poor guy, "Okay, you blow up half the balloons, and I'll blow up the other" and then began puffing with all his might into the balloon. Stuck somewhere halfway between being appalled and laughing hysterically, my mom begged them to stop and eplained that she wanted them to be blown up with HELIUM, not their useless CO2! They all looked a little shamefaced at the confusion, and then informed her that they didn't use helium anymore and she would have to go to Cardies to accomplish her mission. I was amused :D

The fact that I have been thinking about balloons, the fact that I nearly went to a lecture in my purple slippers this morning and the fact that I have started to find Chuck Norris jokes amusing (sorry fans), are all evidence of my brain's DESPERATE need for a holiday! I feel that this is not a bad thing since... (drumroll please) I'M GOING HOME TOMORROW!!!!! :D yaaaaaaay! The not so sparkly part of this is that I have to start/finish a 2000 word Journ essay before I can go overboard :( *sigh* prayers for this (the essay) would be muchly appreciated :)
Yay for having hope and peace in God... no worries in the beeeg picture :D Besides, I can't let journ stress me out, because as I learnt in a psych lecture about nutririon (!?) this morning (the one I almost went to in my slippers), the most stressful thing that you can do is to wake up! hehe... this was very amusing to me and I feel that since I am obliged to wake up every morning, I have already had my daily dose of stress! :)
Talking of daily doses, Vimrod is my new hero... see www.lastlemon.com/dailydose to understand the wonderfulness! See pic for one of my favorites...