The New Love of My Life

Right now I am supposed to be doing homework. But I feel like that girl on the movie The Prince and Me. You remember her? Yeah, she didn't get much homework done that one time they were in the library, because he kept holding her hand and then they ran and made out behind the shelves. Don't worry, I'm not making out in a public place. But I do keep getting distracted by a man. Only this man has been dead for 392 years. I know, pretty sad, huh? Now I'll never get to meet him. But that's alright. I have created a beautiful image in my head of him (with some help from Joseph Fiennes) and the real thing might not live up to my expectations.


I'm talking about William Shakespeare, of course. I never was interested in Shakespeare (beyond the beautifully bound Complete Works that Talana gave me one year for Christmas out of which I have read A Midsummer Night's Dream over and over) until Wednesday, when my Humanities professor introduced me to the most wonderful thing in the world: Shakespeare in Love. (No worries, I got the cleanflicks version) Suddenly, I understood him. The Old English made sense, because it was romantic, and beautiful, and I could hear someone saying all those beautiful things to me. Over the past few days, I have seen this movie a grand total of 4 times, read King Lear, Romeo and Juliet, Love's Labour's Lost, As You Like It, and I am currently working on Twelfth Night . My studies have suffered accordingly. I have a Biology exam on Monday at noon, and I have no idea where glycolosis takes place. I think maybe in the cytoplasm... And I am supposed to be 80 pages through Quintilian: On the Teaching of Speaking and Writing, but I'm not quite through the introduction. But it is all ok, because I have two of the most beautiful phrases ever uttered:

"His eyes...I was born to look in them and know myself."

"Love denied blights the soul we owe to God."

There is something about ink on fingers that gives me a nice little thrill. Watching someone write gives me chills, just like beautiful music, or looking out at the ocean. So I continue to neglect my homework and dream of being shipwrecked on Illyria...