The Wind

I listen to my words but they fall far below
I let my music take me where my heart wants to go
I swam upon the devil's lake but never, never never never
I'll never make the same mistake no, never, never, never
-The Wind from Teaser and the Firecat (1971) by Cat Stevens

The past two days have been colder. It wouldn't be so bad, but the wind makes it exceptionally worse. The cold is face freezing. The kind where your cheeks harden to the point where talking is impossible and you start to drool because your mouth has been reduced to a gaping mess. My navy peacoat is apparently no match for the weather.
I'm sitting in the lounge under a set of bright fluorescent lights with nothing but the season 2 DVD of The Adventures of Pete and Pete, and a bowl of Easy Mac to comfort me. The vending machines make a dull purring sound as I delve into one of my favorite childhood memories. It's four o'clock in the morning. I was on the verge of sleep when I woke up to the sound of one of my roomates on the phone with someone from home. My roommates are always on the phone. Sometimes, they don't have the decency to leave the room when they are on the phone. This particular conversation had something to do with a boy, sheets, and how, "...he probably didn't wash those sheets from whatever he did with his girlfriend before he got with you."
I grimaced into my pillowcase.
My roommate stayed on the phone for another fifteen minutes before she decided to end the conversation, and quickly fell into what I'm assuming to be a deep sleep. Too bad I did not follow suit. After minutes of tossing and turning I climbed down from my bed, grabbed my iBook, my DVDs, a bowl of Easy Mac, a spoon, and headed to the lounge. On my way there I heard another girl, presumably drunk, talking on the phone. And from the number of expletives she used, I'm guessing it was a heated conversation.
My Easy Mac is gone. Time to turn in. G'nite, or I guess I should say good morning.