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i'm going to see Prof. Hottie today!

yay!

and this is an out-of-class, stalkeresque occassion, too. which makes it all the more special, which made it all the more necessary that i try on several different shirt/sweater combos today. i opted on the very 50's short-sleeved, pastel-plaid button up, and to show that i don't take myself too seriously, my trusty black hooded sweatshirt. also because it's bitch-ass cold out today. my ugly green cord jacket, whose only redeeming feature is the vanilla ice button. i know i could remove it and make it the redeeming feature of EVERY outfit i wear, but what would be the fun in that.

prof. hottie is actually giving a talk, within a larger "symposium" on the holocaust...it's so exciting because not only is it a great opportunity for stalking outside of the classroom (but not in the public [therefore] potentially illegal sphere), AND it's stuff i'm interested about anyhoo. which might blow the "why is she here?" question in his mind, but then again, i'm only showing up for HIS talk. a-ha. "she loves me, that's why. i'm so slick. perhaps i'll even be wearing my sexy beret today. perhaps i'll shake her hand and thank her for being the sexxxxiest student in class - EVER."

anyway, i must be off. i must spend some time attending to this riduculous gargling in my nervous stomach.