And We're Back, Well Maybe

It's been a while since I have posted.  In fact I had to break into my own blog because I couldn't remember my login info, but alas I am back.  For those of you just joining us, or those of you who forgotten all about me and am surprised when this shows up on your updated blog listings, here is the rundown.  Last semester ended well, the summer was a party (I still have my tan) this semester is crazy, and yes I'm still gay.  

At least I think so.

Today, was a first.  OK not actually a first but it's been a while.  I thought to myself, "maybe I can date and marry a girl."  It was a strange feeling and a thought I haven't put much effort into for quite a while.  The issue has been weighing on my mind all day (the whole past 3 hours) so I started thinking what I would have to do to make that happen.  I quickly overheated my brain with this new avenue of development that I have paused to write.

I came home after class, which is odd because I usually go to work and started to look at some old blogs that I remember reading.  In the coming days I hope to yarf up my thoughts in some organized manner on this blog for the masses to read, but let's be honest it's mostly for me to read, because shoot I read some of my old posts and I crack myself up!  Especially the one I never published.  Anyway, moving one.  As I get older and more mature in my BYU career the push for marriage and blissful courtship is regularly invading my personal space.  My mother, my professors, my friends, my boss, my other boss, some random lady who i've never met told me to get married as I ran by the temple, oh and did I mention my Mother?  Seriously, tact has left the building and random people are just yelling at me, "hey you get married already!"  Sometimes I wish I could say, "The prophet told me not too!"  Just to watch their reaction.  But that's not gonna happen anytime in the near-ish future.  I'm still my closeted little self who is seen as the person who spends all his time on school and high-octane adrenaline sports, clearly I don't have time for women.  Yes, I am the one President Monson was talking to when he was addressing those young men who are going on extravagant vacations and buying expensive toys instead of ushering the beautiful young ladies to the alter in droves. 

In short, I'm back to the blogging world hoping that it helps me sort the various "files of important things" I have created in my head.  So saddle up!