Why I am cool.

The other day I was feeling particularly fancy. It is fall in these parts, and nothing is better than fall in Provo. It makes me so excited my stomach gets all in knots. Carl left to school to do a field camp a couple of weeks early so Remy and I have been here packing, swimming and soaking up the delicious feel of autumn. We have also been borrowing my parent's car on occasion, as we are without. This car is not so much nicer than our own, except for the fact that it is spotless, black, without squeaky breaks and has a better stereo. Really, it is nicer. Remy and I were driving near BYU, we had the windows down, I had Ratatat playing a little bit loud, and honestly, I'm embarrassed to admit, but I was feeling kind of cool. Like, 'yeah, maybe I did graduate from college, but I can still listen to cool music with my baby and eat snow cones whenever I want.' Fast forward five minutes later when we pulled up at a stop light next to a car load of college kids. The car was far beyond capacity with hot babe bodies and young studs. They looked over at me, and one of them started to clap, then all of them started to applaud and holler and yell woooooo! you did it! woooooo!!! I waved, like I was so cool that I totally knew how to play along. Except that this was a really long red light, and the dumb kids kept wooing for an entire three minutes. I was acutely aware of how uncool I was to them. I don't really care, I'm still intact and I'm glad that I'm not the one trying to make people feel awkward at stop lights, but still. The light finally turned green and I made it to my professor/friends house where Remy and I were invited to dinner. It was very lovely. and then I stood up from picking Remy up off the floor, and ripped my overalls in a less than fortunate place. For the second time this month. Really? I thought I had patched them, but apparently not that well. So, in commemoration of the passing of my overalls, I am switching to a new wardrobe of strictly leggings and zip up sweatshirts. I hope Carl likes it when he sees me again. (by the way, 2 1/2 weeks of not seeing Carl is too long). Anyway, that in a nutshell is why I am cool. Good thing I have Remy to make up for any lack thereof.