Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".

Maybe I'm sad about wanting you. I'm not too comfortable with wanting someone.

I was grateful for cereal --- the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle.

The question is not, could Utah compete week in and week out in the ACC, SEC, Big Ten, whatever, .. The question is, in a one- game setting, can Utah compete, can Utah get the market share, sell the tickets of one of those more familiar institutions. Nobody knows that answer.

Even a mistake is better than nothing.

You're more than a story.

Something about being rejected at Church Camp felt so much more awful than being rejected at school.