So, I have decided not to post any pictures of my costume in the making. I realized that it would sort of ruin the whole “big picture” of seeing the pictures when all is said and done. There is a very good chance that it will turn out crappy as hell, but I’m hoping that’s not how it works.
Tonight, I had a great time in dance. I don’t know what was different about tonight. I have been really disenchanted with it lately, and almost every night I have sort of not wanted to go. Tonight, even during bitch-week, I really enjoyed myself.
It might have something to do with Raena using me as an example of how to do Barrel Turns properly.
That is the first time I’ve ever been told I did something well or better than anyone else in dance. We’re also doing the Thriller dance which is really fun.
Here is a story:
In school today, a fellow asked the teacher what his buddy should do about an injury. He said that he did something to his hamstring, and his leg is all purple and streaky. The teacher said that if it isn’t getting better, and it is hot to the touch, he might want to see the doctor. I remembered from Anatomy about an injury that happens in muscles that is incredibly damaging, and one of the key signs was a streaked appearance. I couldn’t remember the name, so I didn’t say anything.
Immediately after class, I ran to the anatomy classroom and pulled out the anatomy book. I found the name of the injury I was thinking of (it’s called “Compartment Syndrome”) and took a photo copy of the paper. I then brought the photocopy to the teacher mentioned above, and explained that I had thought of it, but didn’t want to say anything. I told her that I remembered the injury, and know that it’s really serious, and she might want to mention it to the fellow whose friend hurt himself.
She appeared really insulted.
Did I do something wrong? Should I have kept my mouth shut on the off chance that it isn’t compartment syndrome, and hope that he doesn’t end up losing all the muscles in his legs? Should I have gone straight to some guy I don’t know and bring it up? Damnit, should I just not care?
Whatever. Now I’m in a bad mood. I’m going to go twist wire.
AFTER I POST PICTURES OF TYCHO!!!!!1!!111
“Let me go, Momma! I want to run around!!!”
“Yeah, I know I’m damn cute.”
Gawd, that face is gorgeous. How can you not melt?