I could do with some more coy hesitation, here.

I think I'm going to drop a class. I KNOW I KNOW. I can't stop complaining about how bored I am and my solution is to drop a class? YES. Because a) I'm going to have one of two really fantastic metadata/archival jobs landed by the end of the week, and b) this prof? Is seriously about as dumb and funny as my high school boyfriend, and about as offensive as Michael Scott. Ok, less offensive. But seriously fucking offensive when you consider that this is a graduate program and I'm paying a thousand bucks to sit there and look at slides of models with maps airbrushed onto their naked bodies and hear his first-year-philosophy opinions on L.A's "fakeness" and how little he likes W. Are you kidding me? I'm going to pay you to spout hackneyed opinions on irrelevant shit in my Geographical Information Systems course? dfklajdfakldfjadf. HATE. I'm dropping it by Friday at the latest, and I'll bitch about the consequences come January. So, on to more important topics:

( Gossip Girl 203: Chuck Limpdick Bass has such a FANTASTIC ring to it )

On a totally unrelated note, Mad Men is probably the best show on television, period, and if I'm lucky season 2 is going to bring me some sort of illegitimate priest-sex for my darling Peggy Olsen, or I'll have to conquer the museum fatigue and write it myself. Ugh, it's exhausting, how good that shit is.