I hate when people treat checking their email or texting on their phone as more important than talking to their present company (i.e.: me!). I despise how casually they interrupt the conversation often mid-sentence to stare down at their phone and go catatonic.

...That. is. AWESOME. I'm gonna be a cyborg!

I eat potatoes raw. Maybe they could have unfried French fries. (Potato sticks.)

Which is ironic in a way, since their nicest lingerie doesn't even work on many busty forms.

Avocado... nigiri. That sounds amazing!

Last night, our research group went out for drinks at the graduate pub. Our professor bought us some seven pitchers of beer, several plates of nachos, and even pitchers of Coke for the teetotalers among us (yo). He topped it off with a round of tequila shots for those interested. It was kinda awesome.

Take thyself to www.offbeatbride.com . They have wedding profiles of a massive variety of every-day men and women. It's basically the only wedding website I go to. :)

It was the same way for me travelling in Mexico, as the most developed of the girls (we were around 15) from my church. I put it down to the fact that I dressed as we'd been told to dress—respectful of the indigenous communities we'd be spending time with, in long skirts and modest tops—while the other girls wore…

Chest support is my number one problem with bathing suits. I still haven't found a suit that provides sufficient support—and I don't want to buy something online that I can't try on first. It sucks. :(

I'm so open about it, my roommates bought me a t-shirt! And I'm happy to make conversation about it, or about sex, or kink, or anything. I just chafe when people immediately jump to declaring another's choice 'weird'. Unfamiliar or unexpected, fine. But not weird, not odd. We have as much a right to stand by our…

"How will you know if you're compatible?!" my great-aunt exclaimed in shock when I told her no, we aren't having sex before we get married.

I can apparently identify Jim Parson by his hair and forehead. I saw only the top of the picture as I was reading the story above it and my brain went, "Ooh, Sheldon!" And then I was right.

My mother decided that we were settled in Nicaragua when a tarantula scurried past her towel while she was sunning herself at the local pool and, instead of scrambling away, she called us over to watch it wander off.

I don't think I have the energy to pull that off, honestly, although that is the best idea for forcing a full night's sleep. Maybe a long 'nap' now, and then effectively that, though! I don't trust myself to bike on no sleep. My helmet's not made of magic.

I think you're very right. Going to grad school only to avoid repaying debt (especially if it involves more debt!) is a terrible idea. I have no opinion on the MBA matter because I don't know how it works.

I have to be up at 3am on Tuesday morning to go to a conference in a city 3 hours away. I normally go to bed between 1am and 3am. I have no idea how to make this work.

You and I need to team up. I hate the corner pieces on brownies. Give me the soft, sweet center any day of the week!

You could also consider going to a junior college first. I balked at the idea due to the "junior college is for dumb kids" manifesto of my high school, but I regret that now. Education is education, the classes are often smaller, and you will thank yourself for being the smart kid who saves her money. I have friends…

There are LARPers in Montreal?! (Of course there are, this place is huge.) Is/are tam tams the thing/s on the mountain that I've never gone to and barely heard about?

I absolutely love when professors give detailed grading rubrics. I have since high school. They are comforting, and it's incredibly helpful to know exactly what they're looking for. (So thank you!)