This Just In...

It turns out, after much debate, that I am not cool. Though it is questionable whether I have ever been cool in my short existence, it is certain that I am not anymore.

My neighbors, however, are extremely cool. I can tell because they do cool things like have parties until the wee hours of the morning for the past three nights; hang outside on a blanket while tanning, drinking beer, listening to music, and chatting each other up - in front of my window. It'd be weird for them to do it in front of theirs. So they sit and watch me write my papers and struggle through finding books and articles while turning the music up to cover the sound of the gears grinding in my head. They also play sports inside. I'm not sure what sport it is, although I am sure it involved repeatedly throwing a ball into the wall we share.

I try to think, "Oh, they're just kids. They're enjoying their youth and their collegiate experience." But instead, I think, "You ungrateful criminals! You are so bloody lucky that I live next door instead, well, anyone else!"

At first, I was cool. I thought that they must be having the time of their lives. Now, I know that I am not cool because I think they are being awful and I wonder how their studying is getting done - after all, finals are quickly approaching! Maybe it's a good thing the stupid, biased university rules are making me move for next year. My uncoolness vibe might rub off on the whole building.