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?