Observations of an Only Boy

I have talked in the past about writing a book that is based on my observations as an Only Boy. I don't have sufficient time or memory to put down everything at once, so I've decided my blog is the perfect place to put down pieces of it. Here is the first one:

There’s many possible variations in life: curled, crimped, straight, wavy, etc, not to mention bangs, no bangs, pulled back, put up, done up, or let down. Anybody who has had the blessing of an education understands what it’s like to memorize lists, which become useful in future conversations. That’s what I thought as far as being somewhat knowledgeable about girls, until I was rudely awakened to the hard truths of reality. Most men will never get it. I’m not sure I’m all the way there, but let me relate an experience that could shed some light on the subject for some confused soul. There I sat talking with some of my family, when the sister just younger than me announced that she still had to straighten her hair because it needed to be curled. It sounded so commonplace by the sound of her voice that I tried desperately to not look as dumbfounded as I felt. Straighten to curl? That’s like a man saying he’s got to shave so he can grow facial hair!

My Status Quo

So, I decided that in order for my posts to have any sort of thematic or entertaining element, you would have to start with my status quo. Here it is:
I attend BYU and am in the first have of my junior year. I am doing the pre-requisites to get into the Public Relations emphasis of a communications degree.
I work at the media relations office on campus, and enjoy a wonderfully wide range of personalities that exist there. I have learned that you can have various senses of humor that are all dry, and yet very different. I have also seen styles of inter-personal communications that range from almost no words, to repeating ones' self multiple times and thanking everyone else for breathing (that hyperbole is not very extreme).
I live with 3 other guys. One I have to constantly remind to dumb down his register for me because he's stuck in his world of biochemistry and quantum mechanics. Another one I have seen awake twice in the morning before I leave, and the last enjoys his floral design class as well as his fake teeth that he works on in preparation for dental school.
My church callings include teaching Elder's Quorum, which has given me an appreciation for females in a teaching situation, and FHE dad where I have decided that if I ever adopt, I will not adopt people who are my own age.

The Graveyard Shift

The lights from the stores and signs resembled celestial bodies in the midst of an invasive outer space that had become immediate. Darkness had crept in, as is the usual mode of entrance for darkness. And I saw myself in one of those celestial bodies. I saw light surrounded by darkness. I saw a world that was in the process of falling asleep, and then I saw those that work the graveyard shift. Someone had volunteered to stay the night, and thanks to them, work was still performed. And the light came strongest from those places that stayed in operation. The night seemed to push upon them, and the light and darkness struggled for space. Sharing is not an option. But those workers had promised. They had told their Employer, that they would stay the night, and in turn, He provided them with light. That light would not leave. Surely there was someone who was annoyed from their room that the lights persisted through the night. Darkness maybe pervasive, but light is penetrating. Some don’t want the light; it makes it harder to sleep. But even in the night, weary travelers see it as a welcoming boon. So the man working the graveyard shift must persist. He must not listen to the night, for it distracts and detracts. It is not a glamorous job. Not many people want it. But those who see its necessity must keep on in their noble endeavor.

By the way...

Sometimes posts will be random stuff I thought up, and sometimes they will be updates on life and stuff like that. I just thought I'd mention that in case any of you saw stuff like the next post and thought I was really weird.

Welcome

This whole idea of blogging is very new for me, but I liked the idea of having a place where I could post whatever I wanted and whoever wanted to could look at it. It's kind of like an outlet for creativity and personal news that does not subject people involuntarily to it, but it's there if they want it. I hope if you're taking the time to read this that you enjoy it.