shit!
10.30.02 @ 7:35 p.m.
I have heard the word "shit" more times in the last hour and a half than I think I've heard in my entire life. This does not take away from my conviction that Dr. Saunders is a fucking genius. My god. I laughed so much, but it was still so insightful! (And yet, here I find myself cursing much much more than I normally would--the ususal effect an hour and a half in my Shakespeare class has. Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant. Of course, I have no idea what I'm going to write about in my *four page response essay* for Othello. At least I started sort of brainstorming last night. A guy in class said "We have an essay due on Friday?" Saunders: "When did you think it was due?" Guy: "Uh, Monday" Saunders: "Yes, well, when an essay is due at the same time as new reading, the reading never gets *done*." Guy: "To be honest, I didn't know we had a paper at all." Saunders: "You aren't making it better for yourself, you know." Guy: "Oh, man, I'm going out of town tomorrow!" Saunders (I love this): "You're fucked."
Still, what to do, what to do? I don't know. I could probably very easily blather on for a good four pages about how context and editorial glossing can change one's perception--I never saw any of this fucked-upedness when I was in high school. Then again, I think I shall see a lot more fucked-upedness (like how I'm making up this word and using it again and again? I amuse myself) in King Lear this time around than I saw or would have seen with Meredith. Though we did watch that porn-ish Edward II. Ha ha, that was so much fun, just being able to feel the preppy suburban boys sitting next to me growing more and more uncomfortable while two sailors had sex in the background of the shot. There were some cool people in that class. Shame I sat with the preppies instead of with them. It's similar in Shakespeare. I'd kind of like to sit with the edgier people on the other side of the room (my spot is really rather empty, and now I'm starting to harbor paranoias that I'm DRIVING PEOPLE AWAY, which is just not possible since I don't *do* anything) but I'm good where I am. I've got an unobstructed view.
I'm proud of myself again... I spoke up in class once more. Saunders was kind of pushing people to talk, suggesting ways of having a way to speak up (even if nervous) such as having a question before class starts. Of course, the sum total of what I said (discounting times I chimed in with a page number or chorused with the rest of the class) is this: "Control yourselves." I was paraphrasing Othello's line to Cassio when war had been averted with the Turks. I got what felt like the briefest of blank looks or maybe a considering look, I don't know, before he said "Yes!" and tried to clarify with things like "Have fun, but not too much fun, restrain yourselves" etc etc. My god, I'm a total twit. I really am.
I'm taking this way to far. That's why I'm leery of S- --I'm an obsessive personality and I'm terrifed that people will find out. And why the fuck isn't there anything good to eat on this campus? I am so utterly disgusted with pretty much everything available here. And that leaves me sitting here eating mint Oreos because my roommate finished the chips (which I shouldn't bitch about because she paid for them but I paid for the hummus and she's eaten a lot of that and I am so greedy I'm getting more and more ashamed of myself with each passing moment.) Now *that* was a run on sentence.
I think I need to stop being an idiot and figure out what I'm going to do food-wise and essay wise and maybe do a little Italian studying and try to guess how long the political rally is going to be so that maybe I can go to the NaNoWriMo meeting in Eugene tomorrow... Oh! And I need to send a paypal payment to Brad for the Monkees button I bought from him off eBay.
Previously
fuck it @ 08.01.05
fanciful imaginary sea voyages to come @ 07.20.05
*dies* @ 07.19.05
more ootp @ 07.17.05
harry potter: driving our children into devil worship @ 07.17.05
