Unique compliments

So I did it again. Skipped a night of blogging, and I'm really very sorry, but I do have an excuse; I was baking. I was baking macarons to be more precise, and of course, there is always something that goes wrong. I was making them for a birthday party we were having at full time, as one of our girls was turning 18. I bought ingredients to make enough macarons for everyone to have one, plus a few extras, because you can never have too many. However, I didn't even think that I now have a new oven, and so the first batch of shells that I put in came out like little hot cross buns. Instead of feet, they had little cracks in the shape of crosses on the top of each shell, and seeing as these weren't pretty enough to serve on the day, I had a lovely dessert of cracked raspberry meringues and leftover chocolate ganache. I did end up making just enough to go round though, and so that was lucky.
Today I successfully did one of the easiest breakdance tricks that we have learnt so far (a baby freeze,) and I was quite happy with myself. I wasn't quite so strong or dexterous after the lunch time party though, as a considerable amount more sugar than I have had recently consumed had entered my system, and even though I had missed it, it was lucky that I didn't have very strenuous classes in the afternoon.
On the way home today in the pouring rain, I was pushed into the wrong lane, and had to embark on an adventure through unknown streets without my GPS. I thought Sydney drivers were scary usually, but in the rain when they continue to cut in and honk, and forget to turn their lights on, it reached a whole new level of intimidation. Eventually I just made it my mission to find the train line, and then managed to make it home, where I promptly laid down and had a nap.
We are constantly told that being noticed by industry professionals is always a good thing, but we are never told that it might be for things that we aren't so happy about. It wasn't for my sticky-outy ears (luckily,) but I was described today by  producer as having an  "interesting and unique" look. Unique I can own, but interesting... I can't really think of a situation where interesting has been used to describe an effort or look in good way. To make it even better, the comment was in reference to a headshot, and so it had nothing to do with my clothes, and everything to do with my face.
                                                                                  Little Duck with an interesting face, out.