Yeah... about that.

Creepy is bad. Apparently I'm creepy. That's bad. Especially because I don't try to be, I'm just friendly... I guess being friendly is bad somehow? Or maybe it's the fact that trying to get to know someone when half the campus' male population is attempting the same thing doesn't usually bode well for anyone. Oh well. It's almost enough to make someone go emo and introverted... Luckily I'm not like that, I don't think. :-P Oh whatever, who cares? I've still got friends, and I've got good friends too, those that will tell me I'm being creepy are the ones that you shouldn't lose. So life is good, God is great, and I'm enjoying being here, except for the predator mentality most guys here have. So let's see... I think I'll simply hang out and wait for things to settle down. That would be good. lol, I'd better hang on, cause the world ain't moving any slower! :-D Have a good night everyone!

I'd like a date, but I might be too late. As usual.

You see, there's this little thing called Fall Fest we have here at LeTourneau. It's been described as a homecoming for a school with no football team and that deosn't believe in dancing, and most people dismiss it as a sad attempt at a social event for nerds. To that I say, "So what? It's still fun!"

Fall fest is several things, culminating in each floor's elected "monarch" (guy floors choose a queen, girl floors choose a king) competing for and being nominated "King and Queen of Fall Fest." That may not be an accurate description, but if you had homecoming, it's the same thing, with individual floors competing for their monarch, rather than the student body electing a single pair.

Anyways, the point of all this introduction leads up to the Fall Fest Banquet, at which all the monarchs and various members of the floors (whoever wants to go) all go to a nice country club where there is nice food, music, and presentations, and where the king and queen are nominated.

This is all fine and dandy, except, like most things, it's nice if you have a date. I have someone in mind that I'd really like to go with, but since I'm me and that means I'm a little slow on the uptake, I just might be too late. Oh well, at least it leaves me at status quo: Always the second, never the first. Maybe I'll ask anyways, and if I'm really sweet about it, she'll think about it. Who knows? Only God. And her of course, once I ask... If I ask.