in which i am the least suave person ever

1. On Thursday at practice, I did something sort of unthinkably stupid and got hit in the face. I was fine through practice, then I had a bit of a freakout later about just how fucking stupid that was and how badly it could have gone, then, after that, I spent some time worrying that I was going to end up with bruises on my face, which would have been a problem because of reasons (2) and (3)

2. On Friday, I had therapy in the morning (which was mostly kind of blah, but near the end I had one of those moments where you're just talking, you know, and you say something and you're like "holy shit, is that what I actually think?" to which the answer is "yes" and "but now that I know it I can root it out, because I deserve to get the things that I want, dammit") and on my way out I walked basically straight into the corner of one of the low dividing walls (leaving me with a bruise 2x10cm on my thigh that has gone through a whole range of colors: red, purple, green, yellow (and not euphemistic purple, either: i'm talking the colors of red and purple grapes))

3. On Saturday, I spent all day in the company of practicing psychologists talking about race. Much of it was neither thrilling nor boring, but one of the keynotes put me to sleep (there were a lot of statistics, okay?) and one of the sessions ended up as a truly fascinating discussion about biracial identity (someone brought up how the US Census defines Hispanic, or how it deals with biracial/multiracial people, and a dude in the audience stood up and said basically, "yeah, i work for the census, and we know how we define things now doesn't work, and we're trying to fix it). also, i overslept my alarm by like an hour and was only saved by being an hour late by a lucky run-in with a be-car'd classmate going to the same conference.

4. have spent way too long pondering whether it's ethical to flirt with the super hot grad student who keeps coming in to where i work to look at reels of microfilm that the lending library won't let us check out to him. this is all hypothetical, of course, because i am obviously not suave enough to flirt on the fly.

5. but that's all okay, because I have watched the pilot of White Collar once twice more than once and it more than makes up for the suavity that I lack. i have such an unreasonably gigantic crush on Neal, i cannot even deal. (have i ever mentioned that I really really like heist films?)