Bitter and Blue

"I'm feeling so

Thoughtful and

Gloomy and

Bitter and blue..."

—Bitter and Blue by Michael Weatherly 

~*~

    Somehow, my dorm room is always too chilly by the window and stiflingly hot at the door.  Of course, if I wasn't sucking down a chilled can of A&W root beer, perhaps I would feel warmer, but such is college life.  Some sacrifices must be made in the name of sugar.

     It's a bizarre, lonely day.  We're under a tornado watch (and we were under a warning) so I spent half the morning in the dorm basement...a hot, moldy room enclosed by ominously creaking pipes and echoing with the groans and giggles of bored and excited teenage girls.  I tried to chat a little, but all of my friends were in class, and I've never been able to communicate well with excitable girls.  So, to pass the time, I read a selection from Confessions by Augustine—an engaging story that falls short of inspiring by the author's repeated self-flagellations.  Then it was time for lunch, but the line to the dining hall was so long that I mooched off of Raquel and Star instead (for the first time, let us note), and ended up with a meal of microwavable chicken alfredo, a dill pickle, a peanut butter chocolate chip breakfast bar, hershey's kisses and my own can of carefully hoarded root beer.

     A lunch as strange as my morning has been.  I had my first nightmare in years this morning, probably inspired by the wailing wind and my open window.  Pretty scary, because the scene in my dream was the scene in actuality, and it is in fact possible that someone could climb in through my screen.  I tried to brain him with my laptop, missed—dang those dream-slowed reflexes—and finally managed a halfway proper scream just before jerking upright and out of sleep.  Scary, and disturbingly mood-altering...and yet, curiously fun to relive.  Ah, well, what can I say—I'm an action girl at heart.  If life doesn't provide me with excitement, I'm going to have to cognize some.

     I'm actually feeling more cheerful now, probably because a) I've been writing and b) I've stopped listening to Bitter and Blue.  It's not really my style—though does flow nicely—but it is undeniably gloomy.  Hence the lyrics.  (It's funny how that goes.)  Of course, I'm disproportionately fond of the song, because of the artist...the very skilled actor Michael Weatherly.  I have, by the way, no particular attachment to Michael Weatherly as a person; but he is irreconcilably linked to my beloved Tony DiNozzo of NCIS fame, and that is a connection that cannot be overstated.  Well, okay.  Yes, it can.

    This is going to be a repeating theme, in case you were wondering, but in the meantime this is as good a place to stop as any.  I'm off to listen to practice Tae Kwon Do, write and listen to Taylor Swift, because bubble-gum country-pop songs make me feel happy.  A fine day to you and yours!