I leave for the hotel in two hours. I’m going to miss all of you guys. My friends, my family, my coworkers. But I’ll be gone for eight weeks. I cleaned out my entire archive. That was a giant chore. But YES. Bye guys! I’m starting an adventure.
A man poked a mysterious fuzzy mass and unleashed something creepy.
(based on THIS)
SOMEONE DO A CONNOR VERSION??
wow RUDE connor
archery is not a game plz
I leave on Monday to start my Air Force career. Oh no goodness. My family party was today to say goodbye to me, and they all wrote these messages in a calender/planner and scribbled notes all over it about when I’ll get letters and inspiration and arguing back and forth about muscles and my hair and who’s my favorite aunt and it’s like reading text messages in calender form.
I love my family and I really hope they let me keep my calender so I can just look at it all the time and miss everybody. I miss them forever and ever.
So here’s some backstory.
In… 2009, I got this idea. “What if we blew up like, 2010 balloons and filled a room with them for New Year’s?”
I proposed this to some friends. After the initial “ARE YOU CRAZY? NO!” I get a call a few hours later that goes “So I found a website where you can buy a ton of balloons for really cheap.”
Fast forward to now, and it has become a tradition. My friends and I spend a few days blowing up about 2050 balloons (we always do some extra because poppage does happen) and we number however many the year will be. Hence, this year we numbered up to 2013. And we fill a room and turn it into a giant, static-y ball pit. It’s enormous fun, and when you turn the lights out and get under the sea of balloons, you can see all the static zipping about. (we keep it all in with plastic on the doors and velcro)
We hang up the current year balloon, and the new year balloon, and at midnight we pop the old year balloon to send it out with a bang, as it were.
And then at like, 1am we start popping the others to clean up, and hope the neighbors don’t call the police.