Bec has been talking more lately. God knows why. The rest of the house, save for three girls, hardly ever communicate with me. Oh wait. If there are six of us, bec plus three equals... one housemate left. So it's just one of them I hardly talk to. And that's the german. But she's awfully smiley though, shrugs.

Anyhow, Bec sprained her ankle today, during her exam. Sucks, doesn't it. She's got another exam for ballet on friday and God knows how she's going to get through that.

But you know what's funny? When I got home today, she was sitting at the dining table talking to her friend who, I suppose, helped her home. Her feet was propped up on the table, with her ankle resting on her frozen bag of peas. That's right. Peas. To a person who didn't know what was going on, it just seemed... weird. Like, why is she treating her vegetables this way? And why doesn't her friend say anything?

It wasn't until her friend left and she stood up to cook dinner that I saw her limping. So the whole story came out, which led to:

"Do you need ice? Cos you can take mine if you want, instead of using peas, you know."
"Cos the bag of peas is soft. It moulds to your ankle."
"But it's food, are you gonna eat your peas afterward?"
"Yeah. It's not like I took it out of its packet."
"True. But-"
"Well I'm eating it."

So that shut me up. As long as she's not feeding me those peas, I'm fine, anything goes. :)

After dinner she came out - apparently didn't believe in keeping one's weight off a sprained ankle - and hauled her whole carton of pepsi into her room. That's about 30 cans, give or take. I nearly nearly nearly said "Bec, surely you can live without pepsi for one night?!" But then I thought, the girl's in pain right now, give her a break, so I offered help instead. See, I'm human, in a way.