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It snowed a lot today. So much that we couldn't get back to school, but classes tomarrow are apparently canceled so that's fine with me.
This entry has a point. It has to, right? Why would I write if there wasn't anything to write about. Well, here it is.

Cool is all a mind game. I've tried to define "cool" so many times and it just dosen't work, and I'm finally going to come out with it. Cool, I hate you. I hate your vagueness, and your lack of respect for the inquiring mind. Mostly, I hate how I am never you and never will be you, because I am not even cool enought to understand cool, let alone be it.
Lets first look at your inner workings. You are subjective, cool. What others think you are I do not, and vise versa. You are not like the color blue. I cannot say a banana is blue, because blue will say "You're a lier, Eric, I am not the banana." You are unlike anything else I can think of, besides your cousins "Good", "Awesome", and all of it's trendy throwbacks like "Rad", "Ill", and "Gnarly". You are in the dictionary, but your deffinition is like one of those "cool" kids myspace page. No information, just a witty phrase like "Sometimes bubble baths are comfy" or "Play the blues". I'm not questioning those phrases, they hold the truth. I am questioning you.
So in my search I have come up with a small, expandable conclusion. Cool, you and I aren't meant to be. Right now, I would like to ask for a break. Not an exclusive break, you can see other people. I will if you do. I just need some time away from you, cool. Thanks.