Truths of Being a Teenage Ballerina

The order I had coming in got messed up. I have no shoes coming in. I can barely dance in my left over russians. Fuck.

-Ted

PACK ALL THE THINGS!

this is my mantra this week while packing. I ALWAYS over pack! haha if Ted ends up forgetting a whole bunch,
I’ll have enough to cover her :)
plus tea! I’m bringing tea! and movies! this is going to be such a fun tour!
-dan

Nutcracker rehearsal today was a pain in the ass. So freaking stupid. Everyone was so cranky, probably because we spent another three hours doing Snow and Flowers. I was wearing my new pointe shoes (evil things) and they were way too tight. So I just said bye bye to my ouch pouches, which was actually a good decision. Way less pain. But then I switched from my new shoes to old shoes. And forgot to put the ouch pouches back in. I now have four new blisters, one of them already ripped, thanks to my stupidity. But that meant that I got to wear soft shoes for the rest of rehearsal. YAY.

But now my new pointe shoes are totally wearable. I took them off when switching shoes, and threw them at my ballerino and was like “BREAK THESE IN FOR ME.” And he did. What a dear. Then he was MIA for the rest of rehearsal, but I don’t blame him… it’s not like he has to practice lady corps or anything. At least I got to see him today. Yay.

One of our rehearsal mistresses is just absolutely irritating. She stands there and shakes her head and insults us and doesn’t even give us useful corrections. Idiot. She just stands there and silently judges us. Rude. I am seriously hating her lately.

My black swan scratches are ugly as hell still. Ugh.

-Carl