Here it is, February 19th. The day you've all been anticipating for weeks. I will inform you story style.

Friday, February 19th. It is the day before the Valentine's Day dance and Chad and I are driving. When we are driving that usually means we are talking about girls, and that is what we were doing. We were in a vortex of confusion, somewhat similar to the Bermuda Triangle. We both liked the same girl, but we weren't fighting over her, I forfeited my privileges straight up. But both of us liked several girls and could not understand the signals (or non-signals) that they were sending us. [sidenote: For young Christian men it is difficult to tell the difference between a Godly friendship with a Godly girl from a pre-dating relationship. I have a substantial amount to say about this but it isn't the point of this post.] We were severely confused and were pondering our situation. At the corner of 35th and Woodland we turn to each other and say "girls are confusing." And thus it was decided, girls are confusing. We decided that we had best start up a club with the name G.A.C., Girls Are Confusing. Basically it is the predecessor to the E.H.B.S. (Evangelic Hermeneutical Bachelor's Society). Of the main members I am the only one to stay completely and utterly "pure" from girls. We didn't have offical meetings or anything but we did have a survey and a report based off the findings of the surevey (available upon request). So thats it. No one won, but Lauren was REALLY close but since she didn't write her answer in the guestbook she doesn't win.

The week has been going well, so thank you to those who have been praying for me. I have a lot of work to do this weekend but plenty of time to do it so it should be dope. Anyway, sign the guestbook and wear pants while crossing the street. VIS.