The edge of reason

Lately I have been super edgy. For the last 4 days I have been super awful to everyone/everything I encounter. I've just been a bitch. I don't mean to be, I just feel like I am at the end of my tether. Every little thing sets me off.

I spent ALL DAY cleaning yesterday, at the expense of studying for finals. I finally sat down for a minute. Cass asked me to make dinner.

I think my head spun 360 degrees. I lost my shit at him. I felt bad later, but c'mon. I cleaned all day, make your own dinner.

So he did. He made enough for me too. Sweet guy. I apologized later.

Today as I was changing clothes a bunch of coins fell out of my pocket. A quarter rolled across the ground all creepy like. I thought it was a scorpion. I almost jumped out of my skin. Edgy.

Also today, my bench was taken, so I sat at another one. I hadn't been there 5 minutes before I scraped the shit out of my ankle. I gave up on the bench There was a couple sitting on the ground near me in the shade. It looked like a nice spot, so when they got up I took it over.

Um, my pants are too big. Within 90 seconds my hips/back/stomach were covered in painfully itchy little ant bites. They had infiltrated the gap between my skin and my pants, little fuckers.

I gave up on the grass.

My bench is still taken. So I sit at my backup bench. It is less comfortable as it is smaller. My legs fell asleep. I am still trying to discreetly scratch the ant bites on my butt. While studying. But the itching is so distracting I can't concentrate. I watch people instead.

Not my day.

My mom used to tell me "every pot has a lid." I like that phrase. Whenever I see two super awkward people together I always think about pots and lids. Anyway, it was awkward couple day on campus.

The couple who had been sitting on the grass next to me spent about 15 minutes dramatically saying goodbye. It was like they were never gonna see each other again. As far as I could tell, they were just going to opposite sides of campus. Once goodbyes were said they spent another 10 minutes making out. Which is cute for the first, oh, 30 seconds, then it is just gross.

I decided they had been together 2 months. 4 tops.

I wanted to tell them "wait 5 years, you'll be begging the other one to just go already and quit making a scene."

Ah, love.