I'm a motherfuckin' N.E.R.D. ...

Despite the fact that I have two papers due tomorrow, and neither of them are finished, I am incredibly excited by the prospect of writing. No, not the papers. Tomorrow, I, Killy, copy editor extraordinaire, shall write a column for the college newspaper (instead of merely ripping new metaphorical assholes for the usual writers)!

"But Killy, you dork," you may ask. "Why the hell are you excited about having more work to do?"

Well, it turns out I have secret (okay, maybe not-so-secret) journalistic aspirations. I love to write, and I feel like I'm at least okay at it, but I feel I lack the proper "experience" to get hired anywhere... or to know what the hell I'm doing in the event that I do get hired somewhere. So this one tiny science column could very well be my springboard into journalistic glory!

Or it could, you know, line people's birdcages. Whatever.

In any case, I was given complete control over the topic (power trip! mwhahaha!), so I decided that, in honor of Valentine's Day, I will write a piece on oxytocin, the purported "love molecule." (Not to be confused with oxycontin, which is also powerful, but does very different things.)