A Miniature Zeitgeist of the Self

Boy, I'm really good at not updating this. And when I do, I don't particularly have anything to talk about.

Therefore, rumblings. My own independent zeitgeist of the self.

I graduated college. They sent me my diploma before I could come back for a sixth year.

I have a real, big-person job. 30% of the time.

I'm currently shopping around a screenplay. We'll see if anything happens.

Most of what I have to say comes out on "the Twitter". I don't even think I can formulate complete thoughts longer than 140 characters anymore.

Last time I wrote, I thought my life was on the precipice of change. It was. It still is.

Last night, I had a peculiar dream. I was eating Oreos in my living room. I dipped the cookies in milk. I offered my friend in the room, a Pi Lambda Phi brother, an Oreo. He accepted. However, he double-dipped his cookie, and I got mad at him and woke up.

This is the kind of dream I am like to have. What does it mean? What does it mean?

I was reading The Tiger's Wife by Téa Obreht, but I am an exceptionally slow reader so I had to return it to the library before I could finish. I've placed another hold on it. It's excellent, it really is. I'd buy it but I don't really use money on books.

See you in six months?

I'll Write More When I Have Something Cool To Say

What a month.

Crazy how things can just change on you, ya know?

Not that there's anything I can really report. Time flies by, and I'm just here for the ride.

My resolution this year, as mentioned in the last entry, was "more adventures". I've certainly made that happen. January itself was an adventure.

Just two weeks into the semester, I went to New York City with some people. It was my first time there. We were there to film the world's longest handshake for Guinness Book of World Records in the middle of Times Square, as a charity event, if you will. First and foremost, it was random, but there were plenty of good adventures there that were fun. The city is great. A lot different than anything I've experienced here in the States. I'd describe NYC as a dirty Tokyo. I hope no one finds offense in that.

I don't know, I feel like I should go into more detail about what made the city so great. Maybe the fact that you can do anything and everything there. The buildings are gorgeous. It's always moving.

I've been playing racquetball and working out around five days a week. It's something I haven't really done in the past. That something being "staying physically active". It's what they say, but I do actually feel better about myself since doing it.

Thought I had more to say, but I guess not. I'm at that stage in my life where I don't really know what I'm doing. I have an idea of where I want to go, what I want to do, but things can change rather rapidly. Brownie points for being vague, right? I'll write more when I have something cool to say.

"You're Young Enough to Fail."

So. 2011, here we are. 2011. You sound so futuristic.

Anyway. The reason I'm back here is that I just found a new website called MemoLane, and it made me think of my blogs. Google it. It captures memories from various sites that you have. It is just in beta stage right now, but check it out; once it launches, I have a feeling it will be quite big.

My resolution this year: more adventures. And I'm serious about it. Partially out of necessity, partially out of just... wanting to live life more and piss in the wind, if you will. It comes necessarily due to what will happen when I graduate, when I relocate. It's hard to predict what will come from that. I'm excited and scared at the same time, but I think of a quote that a somewhat random former co-worker pointed out to me: "You're young enough to fail." I think those are the five words that need to be carried with me at all times; not in the forefront of my brain, but somewhere in the back. And when I think about, the quote does have truth, and it is applicable to me. I'm only 22. It's okay to be poor. It's okay to still follow my dreams, even when they're ridiculous It's even okay to do crazy shit. And you know, if I'm out in California for five years and I'm destitute and completely broken, ya know what? I can go back home. I have that safety net. Obviously, that's not something I want to strive for. It's just important to be reminded of the options. What's at stake.

The second part of my resolution. Well, come on. Who doesn't want adventure? The last half of my 2010 was filled to the brim with really awesome and memorable adventures. Philadelphia, the "MarkC" battles, one involving pumpkins, working at Cedar Point. The list goes on, at least for a bit longer. You get the point. The best memories are oftentimes the ones you create. I'm all about creating, and I am better socially in situations involving some kind of weirdness.

Until next time. Hopefully I'll still be in college by the next entry -- I want to write before May.