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It is nearly 10:25 AM in London. That would be great if I was there. But, alas, I am not. I am in Provo, Utah, where it is 3:30 AM. I am so backwards on time! Ever since last winter, I have been having trouble with my sleep schedule. I seem to not be able to go to bed at a decent hour. Granted, studying and classes are to blame for some of it, but not entirely. The rest of the blame has to go somewhere. Problem is, I don't know where.

I heard somewhere once that people with high IQs tend to be night owls, and that they do their best work at night. When the rest of the world is dreaming, the smart people are fulfilling theirs. Really gives the term "day dream" a whole new meaning to me. Not to brag, but my IQ is a point or two away from genius level, and I am a night owl, so, who knows, maybe I am destined to come up with some incredible invention or idea. Who knows?

I often go on drives, hoping that the task will help my mind to settle, and allow me to return to my apartment anxious for my warm bed. On these drives, I have no destination, I'll drive on a road until I feel like turning, and for as long as I feel like I should. There is something enchanting about the world at night. While all the hustle and bustle is going on, small details go unnoticed. But, when everyone has left, and there are just a scant few cars sharing the road with you, only street lights and electric signs to change up the monotony, and George Noory (and the crazies who call into his radio show) to keep you company, those little details come to the foreground. You notice all the little bumps and holes in the road, how fast 65 MPH is when you are the only car on the freeway.

I really hope that I end up marrying a girl who is an early bird, so that she can set my internal clock to the right time. But, I have to say, I am sure she is going to love that I am up when we have new borns in the house. She gets to sleep since I am already up.

20 minutes have passed since I began writing. I have miraculously yawned and felt tired for 15 of those 20. I think that I should probably give in to these lovely, and welcomed, feelings.

Yep, I am going...(yawn)...to...(yawn)...fall asleeeeee...(passes out)...

First in A Long Line

First and foremost, let me say that I know I have ragged on bloggers in the past, but let me be clear; I ragged on the bloggers who make their blog their life. This will definitely not be my life, more of a notebook of observations and thoughts that I have on the random events in my life, and that I notice in the world around me.

As a quite note, about the title of the blog. One of my favorite phrases, for some unknown reason, is "Where is Hell anyway? And why am I in this handbasket?" So, I thought I would title it along those lines, since the attitude of the phrase seems to be the way I quite often see things.

To start off on the right note, I probably ought to layout where I am coming from, and the reason why I see things the way I do. Though I don't think I will have anyone who doesn't already know me reading this, I'll write this out just so that everyone is on the same page. And I'll list it just to make it faster.

Major: Anthropology

Minor: Marketing

Politically: Classical Liberalism (the exact opposite of modern liberals)

Religious: Latter-day Saint

Family: Oldest of 4 kids (boy, girl, boy, girl)

Pet Preference: Dog, totally (though I wouldn't be opposed to having a monkey... they're pretty awesome!) Cats Sucks!

I would say that that would sum up the most basic of influences in my life.

Since this is just the beginning, I think I am going to call it a night, since it is 1:30 in the morning.

There will definitely be more to come, and most of it is going to be my lovely observations with the twist of my point of view.

'Til next time; keep asking the question why are you in that handbasket anyway?