And Down Came the Rain

Right now, at this very moment, I have never felt more alone and frustrated and uncool. Alone because I'm still cooped up in my room, practically walking in circles. I know it's not true, but it feels like everyone is out doing super-fun stuff but me. (Geez, Lucky, melodramatic, much?) The only things I can think of to do are homework-related, and Ican find no motivation to do that, either. Frustrated because I can't find my hot-comb and tomorrow's Easter. I just had it before I went on spring break! Maybe it's petty, but not knowing where it is in the 12x12 area space of my dorm room seriously drives me bonkers. And, lastly, uncool because, well, all of the above, I guess. This is honestly morbidly depressing.

I could comfort myself with thoughts of the Boy, but that would shed light on the fact that he hasn't texted me back yet. Oh, wait, Corrine Bailey Rae just sang, "I feel your kisses/on the back of my neck/and ooh/everything's just fine/with me/'cause your love is mine..." Tee-hee. Now I am grinning like an idiot. And there is some unfortunate giggling, I'm afraid. Lord have mercy. Things ought to get better soon, Top Chef will be around soon. And you know, thoughts of the Boy really are comforting. I knew boys were good for something...

Eureka! I think I'll make a new Ipod playlist. I can hear the wind outside, yielding a cool breeze to match the darkness of the room and the mellow sounds of Kate Earl. Smooth.