We're a Capra Film With The Last Scene Missing

I don't care what you say, Andy, "Church of John Coltrane" is an awesome song. For that line alone!

Working. Today isn't going quite as well as I might have hoped, but it's only 6, after all. So far I've done a little reading for my OMF paper, taken a nap in a Barriques chair, eaten Indian food (duh, it's Tuesday), met with Caroline, taken a nap on the 4th floor and written a page more of Shakespeare. Sigh. I hate the end of the semester.

I'm going to be 24 soon. Ick.

But it will be 74 and sunny when I arrive in DC on Friday. Joyous. And Justin's taking me for a birthday dinner while Con's in class! Double joyness. Now if I could just get two more pages of this paper done...

Breaking Down the Berlin Wall That Is My Shakespeare Paper

Well, I may have less than four pages of critical research, but I have still taken the first step: opening a new document, formatting it, and writing my introduction. I am 1/10th done my draft requirement.

And totally taking Kevin's advice in terms of quality. Nonetheless...one incredibly, unbelievably infinitesimal step for Shakespeare scholarship as a whole (if not, honestly, a step backwards), one giant fucking step for me!

Impact

...wow Se, jie is an incredible movie. 

Shakesfeare

So after many hours of completely wasted time thinking about a paper topic on the Sonnets, and then maybe ten to fifteen hours of coming up with a completely new paper topic about Merchant of Venice, I think I have something I can work with. I spent three or so hours just working with the text and my lil' noggin, and wrote what amounts to an incredibly informal (at one point I paraphrase Lorenzo as saying "Dude, lay off, I had other shit going on"), 2 1/2-page version of my paper. It's not awesome, it's certainly not anything terribly original, but it's enough to get me a ten-page draft, whose comments will hopefully drag me to the finish line.

I'm not showing it to HD. Not only because it contains phrases like the one mentioned above, but also because I just cannot deal with anything else from her until the draft is complete. I know I can write a paper with a topic that will in the end be more or less what I am working with now, and so I'm just going to forge ahead with the draft and deal with her complete and utter disagreement with everything afterwards. Writing this paper is like pulling teeth. And fingernails. And something else that would be really hard and painful to pull. 

It's almost 7:30. I'm going to peruse some books and articles, write my email for my Meridian presentation, and then go home and thumb through OMF to remind myself what I'm writing that paper about.

But on the plus side, today reminded me that Madison can be somewhere I'm happy to live, and also that, when this semester staggers painfully to a close, I will have a summer of sunshine and terrace beers.

The Angel

Listening to the soundtrack, which somehow imbedded itself in my mind, I must see Lust, Caution again someday very very soon. If you want to watch with me, let me know. Even if you don't like it as much as I did, you'll know you saw a movie that touched me unexpectedly. And I always find getting that insight into others in interesting. My mother, for example, was inexplicably moved by both The Truman Show and The Talented Mr Ripley, so much so that she went to both several times alone in theatres. I've been to movies alone - it doesn't bother me - but I didn't go to LC alone again after seeing with Rush, and I wish I had. I just...it's awesome. I have to buy it and watch it again.

Is It Worth It? Lemme Work It...

So I can tell it's getting down to the wire, because I'm sitting here in Thieves with a stack of books for my HD paper (aka a panic attack disguised as pages) in front of me, and I'm blogging. Oh boy.

Today was alright, aside from the fact that I now have to work on this godforsaken paper. I went to the gym quite early, had a very tasty lunch with Andy (but no strenuous chewing!), enjoyed a good discussion in class, and received numerous heartwarming and hilarious messages from Chris Burns, a college friend I hadn't talked to in awhile. He's managed to somehow, despite living New York City, meet one of Con's best friends from home, and so we conversed about that, and about a few very memorable a cappella moments, and a few other memorable moments that did not involve a cappella but did involve copious amounts of rum and Cruel Intentions. Ah Chris. Ah college. Those were the days. So now I'm thinking about whether or not it's feasible to swing through NYC for a few days this summer to relive the magic that is the Tarsa-Burns tag team. AC, you've never seen me like this!

...school blows. I can see DC next weekend, but I can't think about it without dread. I can see summer in 6 weeks (6 weeks! God I'm fucked) but can't imagine it arriving without 1) failing something, 2) taking at least one incomplete or C) totally losing my mind. Or all three! I have been a triple threat lately, so we shall see.

I will now watch the video of Kevin's last 10 ham-filled seconds, then read MoV again, then probably panic so much I can't breathe and have to walk around outside, where I will be murdered, because apparently Madison is like that. Go Becca go.

Take This Sinking Boat and Point it Home

The Once soundtrack is still so awesome.

Pros: I think I have a topic for Shakespeare. I go to DC in a week and a half. It's my birthday soon. It will be 50 tomorrow. I have sweet friends. Tom was born 23 years ago today. Kevin barfed ham this weekend. My gym/new eating is working reasonably well. There are 6 weeks left of school.

Cons: My mouth hurts. I have to write 10 pages of my paper in the next week and a half. I'm about to be a year closer to the grave. It's still not fucking spring yet. Tom and Jamie are far away. I'm getting bored with the gym. There are 6 weeks left to write my three papers, give a presentation and write two more email posts.

It's about an even split. Indian soon is a plus, as is lunch with Andy tomorrow. I'll make it, I think. Just got to take it slow.