Our bad Dewcision

I've learned in science classes that "for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction". And I've heard over and over again that I will have to pay the price for my actions. Well, these lessons were all proven to me late last night after my mine and my roommate's little Mt. Dew adventure. 

Around 1am we climbed into bed exhausted. However, our veins had caffeine running through them and we were unable to to fall asleep. Around 3am I got frustrated and got up to take a sleeping pill. Jordan was also up and asked to take one. Then, around 3:15 she started freaking out and thinking she was going to have a heart attack. A few minutes later we called some good friends to come and console her, during which she started hallucinating. After tucking her in bed our friends left. She was still freaking out and I asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital. After throwing up again and seeking the advice of her boyfriend, we ventured to the ER. The three of us went in and told the story. I called her brother who also came to comfort and she was hooked up to an IV. I waited in the waiting room, falling in and out of sleep for a few hours. Finally around 6am we returned home to our apartment. 

Needless to say, we learned our lesson. But, interestingly enough there were several good things that came out of the situation. 

Also, in my dazed state I witnessed several acts and types of love. The love of friends. The love of a big brother. The love of a boyfriend. The love I had for her as her best friend. This thing known as "love" boggles my mind sometimes. And last night showed me once more just how powerful and awesome it is, no matter what form it's in. 

Do the Dew

Tonight's adventure began at Smith's. It was a routine visit to the grocery store with my roommate to grab some ingredients to make peaches and cream. But, of course, this routine visit spawned the beginning of a night we are currently regretting. 

My roommate saw a 2-Liter of Mountain Dew and jokingly asked me if I wanted to do the Dew challenge (which she made up right then). I accepted of course. So, we left Smith's each with a 2-liter in hand. We returned to the apartment and began to prepare mentally for what was about to happen. 

We grabbed our 2-liters took a deep breath and began to chug. The first challenge was to see who could chug the most without stopping. Jordan won the first round. We geared up and started round two, which I won. And that's when it hit us. Luckily, I was able to hold mine down. Jordan wasn't so lucky. 

So, we were half way done. We decided a break was needed and ventured over to a friends apartment where we sang and danced and forgot the world. We sipped down more dew and prepared for the final challenge. 

We then went out to the balcony, cranked up the tunes, and chugged down the rest. Unfortunately for Jordan, she once again lost her cookies.

And that brings us to now, where we are lying in bed unable to move. And our stomachs are gurgling and yelling at us for making them go through that. There is caffeine taking over my body. 

 I can successfully say that I conquered the Dew. I did that dew. I owned the dew. 

The longest shortest month of the year

It feels a little like I've been in February for a lot longer than 23 days. Winter has me in its grasp and I'm struggling to find a way out. But I guess without the choking depth of winter I wouldn't fall in love with spring,summer,fall the way I do every year. No matter how hard the winter tries to fade me I know that the sun will once again color me wonderful when it decides to grace me with its presence. 

While I am in a current disagreement with winter, I am fond of her ability to make the world stop when she chooses. She can cover the bare limbs and ground with a blanket of fresh snow and we all freeze (literally). A friend once described winter as intimate. And it's true, we all speak a little quieter in the cold and sit a little closer. We bond over snowballs, hot chocolate, soup, and tea. We invite more people into our homes because we cannot bear to be outside. And when we are young, we were on occasion lucky enough to experience a snow day. So even though winter always over stays her welcome, I guess I can thank her for a few things. 

"In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer"

-Albert Camus

Mid-week pick-me-up

So this morning I woke up to a text from my friend telling me that our admissions letters were ready for the communications majors. I applied about a month ago and have just been waiting around not knowing when I'd find out. But, after waiting all day and freaking out inside...I can officially say I am a print journalism major! I have a major and a plan for the rest of college. The best part is that some of my best friends will be there right by my side the whole time. I made some great friends in our pre-major classes and we all got in. Basically, I love my major and I just want to get this semester over with so I can get started already. 

In honor of the momentous occasion, we had a celebratory dinner. 

Dear world,

Here we come!

February 14th

So, it's Valentine's day. What a weird holiday. I'm spending mine sitting here in the kitchen while my roommates conjure up a yummy dinner for us. 

It's so weird to think of where I was a year ago this time. I was looking through old pictures and found this video which is a gem. Andrew and I were in Wal-Mart(classy, right?) doing some shopping for our significant others of the time, when we came upon something strange. Here's a little glimpse into my life a year ago for your viewing pleasure. 

 Speaking of Valentine's, I attended a wedding reception yesterday. It was... exactly what I wouldn't want mine to be like. Although, I did get a good laugh at a few of the decorations. My favorite being the balloons that said "I heart Golden Corral". And speaking of wedding receptions, my roommates brother just got engaged yesterday. So weird. 

Well I guess this Valentine's day instead of gushing about a significant other, I will gush about my significant others. No, I'm not a whore. I'm just incredibly lucky to have so many amazing friends around me. They are the joy in my life. They are my laughter. I am lucky enough to have friends that will throw burritos at me during dinner, make fun of me, come sit on my couch to just talk, or send me random texts throughout my day. They keep me going. So thanks friends, for finding me. 

And sticking around. 

side note: I just found this video that my dear friend Hunter Klie made me senior year of high school when I had moved away to China. Possibly one of the best Valentine's day presents I've ever received. Here's the link: Valentine's shoutouts

An overwhelming amount of things has occurred this week

I often times find myself wanting to write down everything. Everything that has happened that day or that week. And then I think about everything that I haven't written down about the last month, and the last year, and then it's just all too overwhelming. 

I have this giant compilation of memories that are bursting to be shared. So many stories to be told. So many thoughts in my head.

My new goal: to write these things down. I just need to write. 

p.s.-I'm missing summer so bad right now

May my heart

"may my heart always be open to little

birds who are the secrets of living

whatever they sing is better than to know

and if men should not hear them men are old

 

may my mind stroll about hungry

and fearless and thirsty and supple

and even if it's sunday may i be wrong

for whenever men are right they are not young

 

and may myself do nothing usefully

and love yourself so more than truly

there's never been quite such a fool who could fail

pulling all the sky over him with one smile"

-e e cummings

 

I'm a big believer in people being put into your life at certain times for certain reasons. 

Catch-up

My life is a constant game of playing catch up. Catch up with school. Catch up with life's happenings. Catch up with old friends. Catch up with current friends. Catch up with letters. Catch up with sleep. 

Dear Life,

Will you ever slow down?

Sincerely,

Tessa