Sub Lord?...

First off, I'm thinking of going public with my blog, and by that I mean putting the address up for display in a little space on my facebook. Somewhat anticipating a wider audience, I may have to revise and edit what I would normally say...
ya right.

Secondly, dance sport is Saturday. It's planned, payed for, and kinda paired off, so doesn't it count as a date Elder Oaks? I'm dancing with a girl from the stake who is actually shorter than I am, surprise! It's triple swing, and it's gonna be fun... probably not going too far, but fun.

Thirdly, have you ever gone to class and realized you did today's assignment last week and never did last week's assignment? That happened to me twice this week.
Third-and-a-halfly, math classes are not looking so great this semester. We'll see...
Third-and-three-fourthsly, pants.

Fourthly, and I'll need your help on this one, Sunday I came back to my room and found oreos and peanut-buttered slices of bread all over my window (as in the window to Justin's and my room), with the phrase "Sub Lord" written in peanut butter with a smiley face. I have no idea what the whole thing means, but I have some theories:
In order from the most likely to the least likely:
1. It's an inside joke intended for someone else and the artist misfired on the wrong window.
2. It's a randumb act of vandalism by the local residents.
3. It was Justin's girlfriend's evil twin who goes by the pseudoname 'sub lord'.
4. It was a randumb act of vandilism by the local gang, the 'sub lords'.
5. Protests against members of the church who supported prop 8 has now reached Provo.
6. It was a randumb act of vandalism by the local aliens.
7. Oreos and peanut butter are feeling left behind by those who love sub sandwhiches.
8. It was a girl trying to ask me out or flirt with me.

Has anyone heard of this before? Sub Lord? Come on!