You're only as crazy as I think you are.

Ho perso la mia voce.

If you can translate that, you can tell what's up with me today. [If it translates badly, I blame a friend of mine who taught me the phrase.]

I totally mimed my way through English class this morning. I'm sure Italian and German this afternoon will be an utter joy. :|

In other news, my school has reinstated the German major. Dude, I'm so doubling. You have no idea how excited I am about this. Seriously. I'm a languophile of the highest degree, and being able to major in my mother tongue would just create this spaztastic version of Magz that, while overstressed at the thought of double-majoring, is deliriously happy. I came to this school because they had a German program, which they somewhat phased out last year -- and then they brought it back. Yay, big advanced classes that create demand! ::pumps fist::

... yeah, I'm a nerd. Whoever didn't know that, well -- what the heck are y'all doing here?

I was seriously thisclose to falling asleep in my math class, so I jotted a note down and passed it to my friend. It said: "Went to the café. BRB." Then I walked out.

She was still trying to control her laughter when I walked back in ten minutes later holding a bottle of iced tea. :D The best part was that my professor apparently got all flummoxed about the way I left, and completely fucked up the steps in factoring an equation. I could've died laughing. ::snickers:: She was like, "Um, does anyone see the error here?" and we were all, "Um, aren't you the professor?"

At the encouragement of kallysten and the "Are you sure...?" of marishna, I've signed up for Sweet Charity. I'll be offering a J² fic of medium [read: 5,000-10,000 words] length using the winner's prompt, as well as 10 icons featuring whatever the winner decides. :D

Here's hoping that A. people actually bid on me -- since, you know, I did that whole fleeing from LJ thing -- and B. that I actually finish the things up for auction. Since it's for charity, I'm thinking it'll be no sweat.

Now it's time to edit kallysten's latest masterpiece. Woo! ::flounces off like the fanwhore she is::

Painful breathing, chest tightness, and all that. I was a little worried. And then? And then? I got lunch, drank some soda, belched... and the heart attack went away. ::snickers::

Yeah, clearly I'm a hypochondriac.

Also? I'm not sure what to make of these here iPods. They're cool and all, but I prefer glossy to matte, flat to rounded... you get the picture. I think the Metallipod -- a black 5th generation iPod with video -- is prettier than this "iPod Classic" thing they've come up with. [That said, I wouldn't mind a pink red Nano, because CUTE!] And the iPod Touch? Jeez, why not just say iPhone Lite and be done with it, Mr. Jobs?

Last weekend, I went to Barnes & Noble. I left with three purchases:


So I pick up Eragon the other night, intending to read a few chapters before bed. And it turns out that reading Eragon causes the same type of pain as reading bad!fic. :| Which is basically what the book is -- bad fanfiction written by a sixteen-year-old nerd, and then edited in a slapdash manner by a man eager to profit on "young genius".

Things I got out of the first three pages [after which I flung the book away from me in horrified disgust]:


Maybe I'll try to read it to my nephews at some point, but until then I can tell right now that it's gonna be gathering dust on my hasn't-yet-arrived dorm bookshelf/bed rack from Bed Bath and Beyond. The moral of this story: don't do everything you're interested in. It could make your brain hurt.

Here's my biggest secret: I dress like a tomboyish slob, but I'm actually a girly-girl. I love pink, and kittens, and sparkles. Seriously. My bedding for the upcoming school year is hot pink and red striped; my clothes hangers are magenta and white, my favorite pen is pink... it's ridiculous. I also have this thing about pink grapefruit, which I think also stems from the pink thing. Despite my propensity for wearing blue and somewhat baggy clothing, my favorite shirt is a red tank top with lace at the neckline and hem [my second favorite is a black tee shirt enscribed, "the naughty sister"].

I also cry when romantic comedies get tense. I may project myself as a bitch, but I'm actually a softie. A big, smooshy, pink-loving softie. Prickly on the outside, gooey on the inside. Like a chocolate-filled cactus or something. :|

What's something most people don't know about you? Anonymous comments are enabled.

My car. ( Let me show you it. )

Even though it's totally not the car I wanted, and it brakes sorta... leftish, I'm totally stoked to have a car that like -- runs. Whee!

Dad: *on phone* Hi, [proprietor of small dealership and garage in town]? How's it going? Listen, Magz is looking for a car, and she's specifically interested in the Subaru you've got on your lot.
Dealer: Which one? We've got a couple.
Dad: The Outback.
Mom: *overhears* No, out front!

So I'm trying to get my hands on a 1997 Subaru Outback. The Liberalmobile, my bumper sticker-encrusted 1990 VW Golf, is getting on in years, and I don't really trust it to get me to NY state and back several times -- or even once. Plus, it's kinda small. Not good when schlepping the contents of a dorm room back and forth, yo.

The problem? I have to drive to school on Tuesday, and they've just now ordered a motor for the rear wiper on the car. I may be looking elsewhere. :| Elsewhere is expensive! I called the local Subaru dealership for a Blue Book price on the car and they're like, "We can't tell you that, but we can sell you one of ours!" Heh. Guy probably had dollar signs from commission flashing in his eyes.

I really really really don't want to force my brother to have to drive me to school. Really. 6½ hours of driving one way is not good for a guy who works full-time and has two small kids.

Through music! Hi, I'm Magz. Some of you know me from LJ; others... don't. I had all my LJ posts here, but decided it'd be a pain in the ass to organize them all, so -- clean slate, woo! And rather than typing up one of those long, boring introductory posts [that'll come later], I threw together Volume 1 of the Magz Soundtrack. Volumes 2 and 3 will follow... sometime.

( Track listings and album art behind the cut -- not dial-up safe. )