Today I moved on from accidently injuring others, and started hurting myself. Hopefully this is a permanent graduation, as I'm a bit sick of apologising to my entire class before we do an exercise, because I am potentially going to injure them. They used to think it was funny, but I think they have since learned better.
I was given a beautiful strawberry tart, and in my excited haste to eat it, I decided to skip putting it on a plate, and instead tried to eat it off its plastic lid. This went fine, until the fork stabbed through the lid and into my hand. I would have to say that it was worth the pain, as it was a really good tart, and I didn't even bleed, so it was all fine.
During an improvisation session for my first choreography assessment, I not only managed to annoy everyone in my rehearsal room by having my headphones break just before the session and needing to play my song out loud, but I also managed to create a giant diagonal bruise tracing from my left little toe, and up and over my right shoulder. It was a good way to make sure that I was doing ninja rolls on the right angle, but hopefully I can discover a less painful way to check this next time.
On my way home I saw a lady in a car eating popcorn, and whenever we stopped at lights, she would literally stuff her face. If she looked over and saw someone watching, she would look absolutely mortified, as if she didn't understand how anyone could possibly notice. She would then eat another handful for comfort (in a way that was nowhere near as subtle as she thought,) and drive off to the next set of lights.
Since getting home, I have managed to solve my Game of Thrones withdrawals, happily watching a few episodes while my dinner cooked. This dinner happened to involve chicken. On the bone. Anyone who knows me well will know that I don't do bones in meat because they're hella awkward to eat around, and they remind me that what I'm eating was alive once. My bravado at trying something new disappeared a little when I had to cut it off the bone, but I just feel the need to say, "HEY MUM!! Still refusing to be a vegetarian!!"
I am now pressing send on a message to my mums partner, saying "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" and containing a picture of some beautiful rainbow cheesecakes, which I may or may not be telling him that I made especially for him. I'm sure he'll understand.
Xx, Little Duck
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