O, I Am Fortune’s Fool!

I’ve had a line from Shakespeare stuck in my head all week: Romeo has just slain Tybalt.  Ignoring, or perhaps not hearing Benvolio begging him to flee before men arrive, Romeo throws his head back and shouts to the heavens: “O, I am fortune’s fool!”  Tonight, I took action: I watched Shakespeare in Love.  I watched Joseph Fiennes say that line, hand clutching at a plaster pillar.

And then I sat down and wrote a magnificent (if I may say so) introduction to my senior seminar paper.

I’m still at it, and will be as long as inspiration holds.

Goodnight, friends.

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What I Write About

What I’m currently writing papers on:

1.  The use of hashtags (#thisainttwitter), and how troubling this is for the future of the English language (very).

2.  Fortune’s operations in Robert Greene’s Pandosto.

3.  Virginia Woolf and the self.

4.  How the Marlon Brando classic “Viva Zapata!” relates to actual Mexican historical events.

I’m still stressed, and I’m still descending closer and closer to panic mode, but at least I have some variety in my life.

Yet Another List (But This One Has Pat Sajak)

Over the course of the evening, I have:

1. Made these chocolate chip cookies, which are roughly the circumference and thickness of chewy hockey pucks.  That was meant to sound tantalizing.  Anyway, they’re good, and worth the extra preparation steps.

2. Worked out on the gym machine that’s part stair-stepper, part elliptical, with attached TVs.  Do you know what I’m talking about?  I didn’t want to run, as I was still a little full from dinner, so I figured that this unnamed machine may be smoother on my stomach.  I was completely wrong, of course, and had to stop periodically to protect the latest episode of Gossip Girl from projectile vomit.  Still, it was nice to take a break from the treadmill, though I suspect that I’ll have trouble walking tomorrow.

3.  Made significant progress on my senior project.  Right now, it looks like it will concern the role of fortune in Renaissance romance literature.  The title will include a Pat Sajak reference, which I WILL KEEP at all costs.  If my senior project must consist of writing a 12-15 page research paper, and then reading an 8 page excerpt to a room full of professors, parents, and peers, then I at least need a spark of humor to keep said people alert and engaged.  Who doesn’t love a good Pat Sajak reference?

Back to Morris tomorrow.

I promise I’ll regain my ability to write in complete sentences soon.