I’m not a happy camper right now.
today was unusually warm (69 degrees) and sunny for santa cruz. it was enough to put me in a huge beach mood. I was basically bouncing around everywhere telling everyone that I’m so happy that it’s sunny, that I love the beach, etc. I asked all my friends to go to the beach with me and they all declined, saying that they had homework to do. I didn’t mind; I would just go to the beach alone. I left to go to the beach at 2:30, planning to stay until 5-ish. the bus took a ridiculously long time to arrive at the bus stop. once I boarded, my friend Antonio asked me to buy him some chips and candy for a frat thing and I told him it was fine; I’d be back by 5.
somehow, what was supposed to be a 25-minute bus ride to the beach extended much longer than that. I literally didn’t step foot on the beach until 4:00. literally. I calculated that I would only have a half an hour to enjoy the beach in order to get the food and make it back up to campus by 5:00, 5:30 if the buses weren’t in my favor (the time he had to leave at). since going to the beach was the highlight of my day, I texted Antonio immediately telling him that I was only going to be able to be at the beach for half an hour. no reply.
at 4:30, I run down to the drugstore, pick up the food, and make it back to the bus station at 5:00. there were a few buses already there that were going up but every single one of them were on their 15-minute break. I finally got on a bus, completely stressed and frazzled and worried that I’m going to be too late when I get this text: “Don’t worry about it. Emily got it for me thx anyway!”
let’s just say I completely lost my cool, which honestly doesn’t happen very often.
