So, The Lion King Musical is absolutely incredible. If you ever want to see my cry, just put me in the audience of a musical, and I promise you wont have to wait more than the first note of the overture. I was in the back row of the stalls, and there was a big curtain right behind my chair. There were elephants behind that curtain. I WANT TO BE IN A MUSICAL. This is the reaction that the lion king inspired in me (not that it's a new thought at all.) Seriously, if you get the chance, see the show. Both Mufasa and Nala were understudies when we saw it, and you would never have known. It was incredible.
Today I must have subconsciously decided to bash myself up. I managed without fail to land on my bruises in every routine, and then escalated the violence in fitness class by actually punching myself in the eye. The most impressive part was that I really didn't mean it, but did quite a good job. I then followed this up by smacking my head on the shower rail as I stood up from shaving my legs. Hopefully three is enough, because I'm running out of skin to bruise.
Today we had a class on what to wear to commercial castings, and how to do a dancers catwalk. After my wardrobe malfunction in a class similar to this, I decided to take no chances, and literally taped my shirt to me with double sided clothing tape. That thing was not going anywhere. I was very pleased with myself and my precautions, until I got home and tried to take the shirt off. I may or may not be missing a few patches of skin now.
On my way to the movies tonight I discovered what must be the new version of My Family stickers. The car in front of me at a set of lights had three stickers on its back window; a dad at a barbeque holding a beer bottle, a mum holding up a glass of wine, and a baby with a bottle. I'm not sure which is scarier, the implied lack of parenting skills, or the fact that the baby is getting in on it so early.
Once I got to the movies, I watched the new Kevin Hart movie, which, as expected, caused me to laugh like a retard. It makes me feel so wonderful that other people are weird and super odd, even if it is just in movies.
As I wrote that last sentence, I breathed in a corn kernel from my quesadilla, and so I think I will leave off here so that I an hopefully resume breathing soon.
Xx, Little Duck
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