Stream of consciousness

I don’t know why I so much do not want to be in my World Religions class right now. I woke up this morning completely uninterested in going to any of my various commitments today. I ditched my first class so I could swing by the HFAC and try and track down the hat I wore yesterday and left in D-341. I found it. Someday I’ll go to the HFAC to see my kids in shows. I think it might be nice not to feel at home in there. I have another year of HFAC-dwelling ahead of me and, really, I can’t complain about much.
That isn’t to say that I’m sure my children will do shows. I’m not going to force them into theatre by any means. But that’s neither here nor there.
The girl next to me is eating a peanut butter sandwich. I hate that. I hate whenever people eat in class. I mean eat anything, not just foods I’m allergic to. Okay, not everything. If you want to crack open a bag of Swedish Fish or sip on a Jamba Juice, have a party. But don’t bring your lunch into class. That bugs.
“That bugs?” I don’t say that. Who am I? The protestant reformation. Luther preached that the daily life should be a repentance. Just in case you were worried I wasn’t paying attention to the lecture that’s going on. I like that. The daily life should be a continual, renewed turning oneself unto God and living closer to His teachings. That’s a good way to look at it. Protestant as he was, this was probably in reaction to Catholic confession. I have a strange desire to go to Catholic confession someday. I’m just curious about the whole thing and I imagine it’s a romantic, liberating feeling. I took communion once. In Italy. I was also blessed by the Pope. I love Catholics.
I wish I could do that thing where you wear a long-sleeved shirt under a short-sleeved shirt. That never looks good on me. Someday I will be rich enough that I’ll never be thirsty. That would be my first order of business as a rich guy: Jamba Juice on demand for me and my kids. Who may or may not do theatre. I’m indifferent. I just hope I have some someday. I have to find a wife first. Ha! And that is a subject for another time.