That's crazy. And interesting. Thanks!

There are classes of stamps? I always thought that was just a hold-over naming scheme. So, is a first-class stamp theoretically supposed to get the letter through the system faster?

Fidgety. My engagement ring wanders around my hands all the time, moving from finger to finger, hand to hand. This is partly because it's a quarter-size too large; apparently I misreported my own ring size to the poor boy. But I habitually play with jewellery, and from the fidgeting habits of my fiancé with his…

I've really liked Grint in the sundry British films (okay, two) I've seen him in. He's great. (I should finish the Harry Potter movies one day...)

Try reading "The End of Overeating" by David Kessler. It's not written to guilt you about food; it just sits and tells you -why- the food is so incredibly delicious. And maybe it won't help you with your craving for cheeseburgers, but it could help you identify what it is about the cheeseburger you want, and allow you…

I read it growing up, because I felt like I was reading more "grown up" material. I read it until I was seventeen, at which point I switched to Cosmo on the same grounds. I wouldn't say I felt 'defined' by it (or Cosmo), but I did figure it was something 'normal' girls read, so maybe I should, too. The fashion and…

Bedtime conversations are probably some of the best conversations my partner and I have! Sometimes serious, sometimes ridiculous. I also enjoy the atmosphere of "it's a slumber party every night," but that might be because I miss sleepovers full of late-night chatter.

My fiancé is a blanket thief, as I discovered during our first holiday together where he stole the blankets. In New Orleans. With the AC going full blast to combat the 90+ degree October weather outside. Jerk.

Bah, clothes. As much as I love a pretty outfit (I have recently discovered fashion), my self-esteem is never higher than it is when I prance about my bedroom in the nude. It is soft, with rolls and dimples and this lovely shape to it that I would not trade for anything. When I put clothes on, bumps and lumps appear…

I agree with Justine; coverage is more important than anything. Lacy is okay as long as it's opaque as well.

At least when someone uses the word "fat," I know what they mean. The one that bothers me is when people refer to a woman (always a woman, or a girl) as "healthy." It's not fat, per se. The impression is always that she's just a little bigger than she "should" be.

I had a friend once tell me I was "so" pale, and that I'd look much better with a tan. (A good, wise friend, whose judgement I trust in many other matters. But not in this one.) I was flabbergasted.

Same. I'm sure it's a result of growing up with frozen veggies, but canned ones just taste... weird. I think they're the reason I hate green beans, in fact. Delicious fresh, disgusting from a can.

You might be our relationship twins. I'm just grateful he puts up with my, well, arbitrary moodiness. (It drives -me- crazy; I don't know how he endures it.)

I'm in exactly the same boat. I have NO idea what to call my fiance's father. He is very warm and I feel like family, and I do not feel like a stranger, but the notion of using his given name strikes me as much too informal. Using Mr. Surname, however, feels far too formal.

If I used it with my mother, at all, I was accused of sarcasm. :\ I was just trying to be polite because she was angry!

I do this, too, and the obscure etiquette knowledge I subsequently obtained boggles my friends' minds.

That's exactly what I thought, on both counts. It doesn't look anything like Tetris. It's too irregular. Hmph.

I've heard from several people (math professors and the like) who say that calculus is NOTHING like ordinary math, and that many mathanthropes tend to love it if they end up taking it.

At her age, I wonder if it's more that she has family who indulge her whims about dressing like an adorable cupcake. She'd likely have been just as happy with the quality of dresses that filled our kindergarten dress-up trunks.