I cry for you today, my friend who must endure such pain. As we all know, at times like this, words, the armor of the English major, fail us. I can tell you that I have been through this, that I know how you feel, and that statement is both true and untrue. I have experienced this, and I have no idea how you feel. I cannot understand that mourning that goes into a relationship I have not experienced. Your strength and vulnerability amaze me. Though these words are nice, what do they matter? I admire you many days of the year, and my admiration doesn't change reality. I want to say something hopeful to you, and yet I, especially, am not the woman to tell you that God might still work miracles, though he could. And yet, I believe that God can do anything He wants. These words break my heart, because it is so scary to be at the point where our only recourse is God. I don't know what to pray for, but I do know that I want your heart to be ok. I love you.

hot nerds

Today I was sitting in the writing center, and through my haze of finals insanity, I started a conversational strain about the hotness of nerds. Various points were put forth for consideration, including the usual suspects: face, hair, body, but others as well which ranged from comic book knowledge to cooking ability. As I considered this conversation, I began to examine my own attraction to nerds, and why I find big brains so sexy. I realized that, in part, I have been conditioned see them as such. Dean Kane, Toby McGuire, and George Clooney play poor simple farm boys, nerdy newspaper writers, or spoiled millionaire business tycoons, who, when the glasses, or button up cowboy shirts come off, become gorgeous, muscular, wavy haired gods who embody every disney prince characteristic a girl could ever want, plus, they can FLY!