ION, for the last two days, I've been singing, "I Feel Pretty" from West Side Story. Only, I've been changing "pretty" to "stupid" and going from there. This morning I realized I no longer remembered the original words. I had to ask Emily (who now has it stuck in her head...poor thing!).

So, now I'm trying to replace them with the original. 'Cause really, going around singing, "I feel stupid, oh so stupid..." really not the most helpful thing, I'm thinking.

It's not gonna appear on a Top 10 List of Esteem Boosters anytime soon, vw.

So, now I'm trying to replace them with the original. 'Cause really, going around singing, "I feel stupid, oh so stupid..." really not the most helpful thing, I'm thinking.

Really not. Try this one instead: "I am so smart, I am so smart, S M R T, I mean S M A R T..."

On So you think you can dance -- the cabbage face girl is Heidi. She's a good dancer saddled with a partner who doesn't really want to be her partner. When they showed the first meet of the pairings for the most part there was lots of jumping up and down and screaming in happiness.

Heidi's partner really wanted another girl (he has a crush on her I think) and when Heidi opened the door he just completely shut down and visibly looked disappointed and later it showed him sulking.

Fair enough - but in their favour they have tried to make the point that he is a freakish prodigy brainiac, rather than a normal mathematician

I like to think of Charlie as being a good teaching mathematician--yes, he's got that genius quality of being able to pull from all fields of math, but more importantly, explain these concepts in terms the non-math folks (and FBI agents) can understand.

DH has managed to explain string theory to me better than anyone else so I can actually think about it rather than have my head explode and he's neither a quantum physicist or a theoretical mathematician.

Gah. Couldn't sleep last night and the girl decides to wake up at 5:30. All your gronk are belong to me. The instant coffee actually tastes good to me today--with enough cream & sugar.

My first class of the day, every day, freshman year of college was Beginning Typing at 7:05 am.

It took a while for my GPA to recover.

One year in college I had a class at 8:30 ... they put us in a warm room, turned out the lights, and showed slides. Even coffee couldn't always keep me awake.

And, in other news, for PMS sufferers.

I was okay with making TKD classes at the start of the day. Less so with classes for credit. It wasn't so much a morning thing--I can scatter my sleep pretty easily. However, for some reason I insisted on an elective that was at the same time as tae kwon do. Yeah, didn't quite work out.

I was once the TA for an 8:00 class. I developed a few strategies, like having breakfast after class. And office hours around 11:00.

Though it was really interesting the day I showed, and the professor didn't.

I was one of those freaks who took 8 am classes in college by choice. Well, part of it was strategy. I figured I got a boost in my grade just for showing up and being coherent, which I wouldn't have gotten taking the same class at 2 pm. It helped that I had no social life to speak of.

Then I started doing tech theater and striking sets 'til 2 am. And hanging with the other techies afterward. Until dawn. No more 8 am classes for Calli.

I'm still a morning person, in the sense that no matter how late I stay up, I'll probably be unable to sleep past 6:30 or so. Oh well. It's a nice, quiet world at that time of day.

Roslindale sounds really nifty, vw.