Nov. 15th, 2007

OMG.

The Italian class I signed up for for next semester? Is being taught by hot!TA. :D He and the original professor swapped yesterday.

Sep. 24th, 2007

Italian phrase of the day:

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?

Sep. 18th, 2007

Dude, I went all rockstar in Algebra today.

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?"

Sep. 17th, 2007

Insane? Maybe.

In addition to signing up for Sweet Charity [where the auction is still going on!], I just signed up for [info]ficrocksthe80s. The premise is pretty sweet -- you sign up, they give you a really recognizeable 80s song as your prompt, and you write. In any fandom you want. Now that I can do. :D Signups are only open until tonight at midnight PST, though, so get crackin' if you wanna do it.

Does anyone have the faintest idea where I can find an icon site script other than Coppermine gallery or the Icon Sort script from new-place.org? I want something that gives me a summary of the most recent icons, and maybe a full count of all icons in the site. A way to have subcategories would be fun, too. [But I hate Coppermine.]

Also, I just picked up some new speakers for Mr. Laptop; with the insanely loud construction outside -- do they really need to jackhammer directly below my window? -- the original built-in speakers weren't cutting it anymore. Despite the speakers being only $50, they have great sound quality, so I'm stoked about that. Plus, now I can have bass battles with Bass Guy next door, late at night. He tends to turn his stereo on at around 11 PM, and keep it going until about 2 AM. With paper-thin dorm walls, I'm seriously considering earplugs.

Sep. 6th, 2007

I effing hate construction workers.

Not because of the noise at 6:30 AM, or the inconvenient detours through campus. No, I hate those fuckers because they always, always take their cigarette breaks directly below my second-story dorm window, so all of the smoke rises up and comes into my room. I'd close the window, but the dorm isn't air conditioned. I'm relatively sure they smoke perhaps the worst-smelling cigarettes ever invented. It's like someone rolled vomit and ass into a bit of paper and decided to smoke it. :|

Also? I know for a fact that the Resident Director told them to smoke well away from the buildings. Fucking assholes. My mom's gonna think I became a chain smoker at school when I come home on break, because all my stuff will smell like it.

Off to spray Febreze Air Effects liberally through my room. Again.

Aug. 25th, 2007

Okay, so I'm back at school.

This, in and of itself, is a good thing. But when it's accompanied by construction workers outside my window at 5:00 AM every day, and by a scorching heat wave -- it's supposed to hit 97° today -- I have to put my foot down. Not cool, New York state. Not cool.