A day in the life. . .

I'm walking along, making my way to the library to use the computers (my "internet" is down again), and I see some guys handing out fliers about something. Usually I just ignore people like this when I see them, but this time it seemed different. The two guys handing out the fliers looked kinda cool, like maybe they'd be guys I'd want to hang out with, or guys that would be hanging out with my roommates, so I thought their cause would be a worthy one. And it was, the fliers were calling for the end of animal cruelty. It was done well, it said that even if you like to eat meat, you can do something to help, reduce your consumption and other things. (Sometimes I'm very good about this, but then other times I eat a one pound burger, and totally ruin beef for someone. Sorry Haley.) But, after taking a few steps past them, it kind of dawned on me that I was wearing a leather coat with matching leather gloves. I probably looked like a big d bag. (I constantly worry about that, like if I come off as being a total loser or boner or something. I don't know why. I usually don't care about what I look like at all, like what clothes I'm wearing or anything like that, as is evident by the work pants that I had worn for the past few months with holes in them, but there are times I'm extremely self-conscious about looking like a tool.)

That's just been how my day has gone. Just kind of awkward. Not quite bad, but not really good. I woke up, got out of bed, and dragged a comb across my head. (Ok, sorry, I just wanted to quote the Beatles here, I didn't really comb my hair. I haven't done that in years and years. I think other people have combed/brushed my hair, but never myself. I can't even think of the last time I owned a comb. Probably one of them that Josten's gives out during school photos.) I went to my class, which was just pretty much a sax lesson. So that was fine, whatever. My fingers weren't working like they usually do, probably because I haven't really practiced much, but I was able to fake my way through stuff.

After that, I went home, checked my mail for the few minutes that the "internet" was working, then went to my brother's place to play my video game football. (I can't remember if I already posted about this or not... There's about 8 guys who are in this dynasty league in NCAA Football 2007 for the xbox 360. I'm the UAB Blazers. I know, it's kind of ridiculous, but it's fun. So don't judge me!) I was up 17-0 off of two interceptions returned for touchdowns (a Pick 6 if you will), but then my defense forgot there was a second half. I ended up losing 28-17, and being very frustrated. I know it's lame to get so emotionally involved in a stupid video game, but it seriously upset me. Had I won, I would be in a pretty good mood right now. As it is, I'm just kind of blah.

My other class today was fine, but I had a really hard time focusing. I'm just so scatter-brained lately, and I don't know why. I'm feeling really restless, but can't think of anything to do, so I just sit at home and read. This weekend alone I finished 3 books! One I started a few weeks ago, but the others were just plowed through, cover to cover. The first was Barack Obama's autobiography, The Audacity of Hope, another was Buck O'Neil's autobiography I Was Right on Time, and the final one was Frederick Douglass's autobiography, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass. You may notice a sort of theme. It just kind of happened that way, I didn't really plan on it, but I happened to want to know more about the life of some of the more influential black men in history. And I'm glad I did, I enjoyed every book very much. Now, I'm going back and reading one of my old ethics books. It's pretty sweet. Plato and Aristotle and Socrates and Kant and whatnot. Ethics class was probably my favorite class that I've taken, and I wanted to kind of revisit some of the things that I've read.

I guess the weather is going to be crappy again this week, possibly starting tomorrow. I don't really know how I feel about this. I mean, I like crappy weather a lot. Like Shirley Manson of Garbage once said, "I'm only happy when it rains." (that's the last time I'll ever bring up Garbage again, I promise.) I love the snow, I like sitting on a porch or looking out the window and watching precipitation fall. But, at the same time, I'm ready for things to warm up a little bit. I need to go to some baseball games. And, I don't want Haley to be stranded in MN again, I don't want the Gaffigan to be forced to cancel a show due to weather, even though I won't be able to go. I want to live vicariously through Dilldahl.

So anyways, my day's been kind of like this here post. Just all over the place, not really focused on any one thing, and kind of nonsensical. Such is the life of Flenker.