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must whip this entry off rather quickly. i'm simultaneously replying to an email and coming down off my mid-afternoon gin and tonic. yeah!

ok, like i didn't say it enough today, but OH MY GOD! i had my meeting at the graduate department, and they noticed that i signed up for a course (sneakily, i might add) that doesn't exist this year. pah! you can't foil my plans! and they got all "concerned" or something that i wanted to study german. they were like, "just take the french comprehension test and be done with it. you'll have FAR TOO MUCH work to do without going and learning crazy german!" but little do they know that i don't ACTUALLY DO work! that's my special secret! it's just me, man!

oh! and the best part? oh, you're not going to believe the best part...

since i had this gap where this course used to be, and i was like all "well, you guys are jerks since you don't offer any holocaust/third reich courses, MAN..." the graduate assistant supervisor thingy said, "well, you could do an independent study..."
"oh?"
"yes, perhaps under professor..hottie...."
*attempting a look of FAINT recognition at the mere mention of his name*
"oh, yes, i know him..."
(ha! KNOW him! that look in your eyes says it all, woman!)
"yes, he teaches the third reich course, and..."
"yes, he was one of my references, yes...yes..."
"the only problem is he's not a tenured professor with us, so he..well, he wouldn't really get paid to do an independent study at the graduate level..."
"oh, but he LIKES me!"
*ha ha, i'm making a joke...*
"i'm sure i could convince him...um, am i saying this out loud?"
(no, i didn't really say that out loud, but i do seem to recall muttering the words "out of the kindness of his heart" or something to that extent...

so, like, OHMYGOD. every time anyone said (to my complaint that there were no holocausty courses being offered this year) "oooh, perhaps you could do an independent study with HOTTIE!" i scoffed viciously. but here we are.

hmmmmm.

this is PERFECT, because NOW i have the POSTERS in my POSSESSION and i can go to his office all coy and say "let's go for a beer! i need to bribe you!" and then he'd be like, all drunk and choked up that i got him this 20 year old kafka poster (thatcostwaaaaytoomuchforanycasualsouvenir) and he'd be like "yes! yes! i *will* help you! and by the way? i so totally love you! and i'll write all your papers for you this year! and we'll listen to jazz fm on a sunday morning while i toodle around my apartment, making coffee and warming croissants, in my boxers! yes!"

or something like that.

i don't know, SOMETHING like that.

ugh. i have to go to work again.