Totally broken hearted and broken legged...

I was never known as the graceful type of girl. In any way. My moves on the dance floor are more seizure-like than fluid or sexy. I still have the walk of a child, like Meg Ryan in French Kiss. (By the way, in my family, we live by Meg Ryan movies. We even have a saying WWMRD What Would Meg Ryan Do) When I was a child my mother affectionately refered to me as "My little spiller". If it wasn't so offensive, I'm sure she'd have given me a sippee cup until I was 15 years old. Maybe even to this day...my notebook for school has an orange tent and still smells vaguely of fresh, pulp free orange juice.

Because of my rough and playful style, I think its safe to say I've broken more than a few bones in my time. Unfortunately, my left ankle gets the worst of it, since it alone has been broken twice. And twisted many more times than that. Because of this fact, it likes to swell when its 'that time of the month' or during rain. Which is fantasic when I want to wear shorts, but I have one ankle and one cankle. Its also very weak and prone to give out while walking.

Now sometimes when it gives, I can catch myself and play it off. Of course, today was not one of those days. And of course, I couldn't have been alone or just with friends. But instead I was having a laundry date with my new boo. He is a STUDENT at my school. And my neighbor. So we decided to throw some laundry in, then watch a movie while we wait. So he's waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs outside my apartments. And I come hopping down, a basket of laundry in tow. I hit the bottom step, and my ankle rolled over. I went down, and my laundry scattered EVERYWHERE. In slow motion, dirty socks and panties flew through the air and landed with a boom. It seemed that way, anyway. And I tried to crawl around gathering everything before he could see, but even worse, he tried to HELP! How humiliating! Not only am I a total clutz...but why would I wash my panties on a date??? Am I insane?

He was kind enough to clean up the blood from my scraped knees, bandage them, put an ice bag on my ankle, put in a movie, and finish my laundry. What a sweet boy.

Now it sounds weird to talk about heart break and my new boo in the same blog. But the heart feels what it wants to, I suppose. I am seeing a new boy. And he is super cute. But that doesn't make it any less hard to admit that its over with Cookie Professor. We are still friends and its extremely difficult to not be with him. But I had to admit that I could never live forth fiddle in his life. But every time I hear his voice or see his face my heart still flutters. Maybe I should have waited longer to move on, but I didn't want opportunity to pass me by. These are my crazy college days, anyway, right?

Till my next disaster...I remain always your dainty dame...