I accidently kicked my acrobatics instructor in the head today. He tried to teach me a new way to get into a handstand, and as he reached for my legs, I slid sideways and right into his temple. I'm not sure how much longer he can keep telling me that I'll get there eventually, when he must have stopped believing it a long time ago. Although I do have a lot of fun in acro, let's be real; no one would be surprised to find that I am not a Russian standard gymnast.
After a quick trip to Officeworks (where I am becoming a regular fixture,) I got home to find another new door (this one a screen,) and a parcel that I never ordered. It isn't often that you get a half price order with free shipping sent to you twice, and are only charged for it once. Hopefully. I'm kind of scared that police are going to kick down my door and arrest me for fraud or something, and I don't like this plan, because I happen to be quite partial to my new doors.
Dinner was tomato soup, which involved cubing a lot of tomatoes, and throughout the cooking process, little groups of these cubes decided to escape the pot, and began turning up everywhere. A few devious cubes even tried to make me slip over. Luckily this didn't happen, but as I blitzed the mixture with my stick-mix, some of the boiling liquid splashed out on my hands, and in a moment of confusion, I wasn't sure whether I was burning or bleeding. It turned out really well though, and so the pain was worth it.
Seeing as I had my new door, I realised that I now had my own door the laundry, and wouldn't have to bother my landlords anymore. I wasn't sure what key would open it though, and so I took all of the ones I had. I struggled to get any of them to fit though, and the one that did wouldn't turn. I really hope no one in the house looked out the kitchen window, because I looked like I was trying to break into their laundry. Just another short setback between me and the day that I can finally separate my whites and colours again.
Just a word of advice; don't try to sing and eat ice-cream at the same time, as it leads to choking and brain freeze, not to mention terrible diction.
Little Duck, out.
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