BYU kids

So on Monday of this week I left work at around 9:45 am with my co-worker Brian to go wait in line for the all-sports pass. (More so for the football tickets than the pass itself, but that is neither here nor there...) The line wrapped around the outside of the Marriott Center and moved at the blazing pace of about 6 inches/minute. Given the long amount of time spent in this line, you get a good chance to eavesdrop on some conversations.
I never cease to be amazed by the obsession of all BYU students with dating and marriage. The vast majority of conversations had some reference to dating or breaking up or getting engaged or married. I can't remember people in Portland being so caught up in this craze-- do you think it's bad that I call the search for a spouse a "craze"?-- also, while I'm on a quick tangent- when I wrote the word "obsession" earlier I remembered that old cologne called Obsession. I think Kimball splashed that crap on about everyday or so once he hit his sophomore year and switched his wardrobe from purple/green sweat pants to jeans and button up shirts.-- Anyway, maybe I'm just crazy, and maybe this is the worst blog entry ever. Penny for your thoughts? Kimball, I'm expecting a certain comment from you. Don't disappoint me.

Intro

Well, I've taken the plunge into the blogging world, and let me tell you- it feels great! After much deliberation, I chose the "rounders 3" template, mostly because the other ones were just too fruity. I don't really have too much to say, or any other big news at the moment. -- OH! Here's some big news, I won 20 bucks from my boss today by beating him at halo. I don't think I've ever had a better job in my life. Ok, that's it for this week's episode of the 411. I'm going to need some tips on how to put pictures and youtube stuff on here. Kyle out.