Diet Coke Crisis

Diet Coke...mmm...I am not afraid to admit that I am an addict. Fully aware of what caffeine does to you, I drink it anyway. When you are subject to migraines like the women in my family are, Diet Coke is a necessity of life. This week was one of the frequent occasions that a migraine decided to take over my life. Naturally, I have relied on Diet Coke and Excedrin for relief, like many of the women before me. Today however, every Diet Coke machine in the world decided that they wanted me to suffer.

At about 10:00 this morning my head was throbbing so I decided that I needed my fix. I had some time between classes, so I thought I'd drop by the Cafe' in the library and get a fountain drink. I had my money all ready to go, and was impaciently waiting when, much to my dismay, I was informed that the Coke was out. NO!!! I couldn't believe my ears, and the pain in my head worsened at the disappointment. I left the library and crossed the street to the Education building where I had my next class. I turned the corner by the stairs and...FATE! There was a coke machine just waiting for me. I got my money out, but unfortunately the stupid machine didn't take dollar bills. So in order to get enough change I bought a 50 cent gum pack in the food machine next to it, ( I was desperate ) and somehow scrounged the $1.25 necessary. I put my change in and punched in B5, my vending machine number of choice. The screen said vending, but nothing happened! NOTHING! My money came spewing out of the coin return and the machine suddenly said, OUT OF ORDER. This could not be happening to me? It just couldn't be. Very frustrated now, I trudged into the Tech building for yet another boring and unhelpful math session. As I walked in, I noticed yet another coke machine in the hallway. I thought, 'What the Heck, I might as well try it right?' WRONG! After making my selection, the words SOLD OUT flashed across the screen. I just about broke down right then and there. The whole world was against me? How could Diet Coke betray me like that? After all the years I've given to it, how could it do that to me?

I walked home in the pouring, and I mean pouring rain. By the time I got home I looked like I had showered again. My shoes squidged and my nose was frozen, but I didn't care... all I could do was think about how Diet Coke let me down.

Don't worry, I finally got one before work. Perserverance people...

Love

I'm stealing this idea from another blog because I think it's something I need to write...

I love my roommates... I love cafe rio... I love watching old movies... I love walking in the rain... I love Edouard Manet's paintings... I love finding seashells... I love living in Logan... I love flirting... I love to play the piano... I love getting my paycheck... I love missionaries... I love wearing pretty dresses... I love making cake... I love LOST... I love chex muddy buddies... I love it when I balance at work... I love learning a new language...I love Broadway... I love Sascha, Carrie, Jessie, Brianna, Rachel and Jen... I love wearing sweats 2 sizes too big... I love it when my room is clean... I love the jokes on laffy taffy wrappers... I love Lion House Rolls... I love four wheeling... I love watching football in the rain... I love seeing my parents holding hands... I love Switchfoot and Regina Spektor... I love Diet Coke... I love testimony meeting... I love cucumbers... I love the feeling I get after running... I love watching the RedSox... I love getting mail...I love writing letters... I love Jack's missing tooth grin... I love playing in the leaves... I love to tease... I love holding sleeping babies... I love engagement stories... I love Elizabethtown... I love waking Sarah up in the morning... I love bear hugs... I love to play volleyball... I love the temple... I love taking pictures... I love overcast weather... I love driving up the canyon...I love the first snow... I love watching Smallville with Abby... I love the smell of a new book... I love my bright red Honda... I love British and Austrailian accents... I love listening to Max do Buzz Lightyear sounds... I love brushing my teeth... I love looking at the stars... I love hearing the wind outside my window... I love red headed people, Becky and Katelyn... I love Singing... I love not wearing make up... I love the Office... I love talking to my brother about girls... I love my mom's sweet dance moves... I love Audrey Hepburn... I love it when my Grandparents Boucher bicker... I love climbing trees... I love playing a part in a Musical or Play... I love the smell of freshly cut grass... I love Aggie Ice cream... I love USU Campus at night... I love playing dress up... I love the Nordstrom sale... I love wearing sweaters... I love taking long naps... I love reading the scriptures... I love playing Spoons... I love learning a new song on the guitar... I love the symphony... I love the scrapbook store... I love the smell of coffee... I love Seth's "Megan...look at me!" ... I love President Monson... I love swimming... I love when my dad leaves me messages... I love New York... I love falling in Love...

"Mom Mode"

After a day of being constantly on my feet, I came home from the Library yesterday only to find my roommate Melissa lying in bed with a fever. I soon found out that she had been in bed all day with the worst of flu symptoms. She'd had nothing to eat all day and was basically immobile, she even told me this morning that she had no recollection of us talking to her last night.

It was a lovely situation to walk into after an unbelievably long day. However last night I realized something about myself. I have a "mom mode" that somehow switches on whenever someone close to me is hurting, physically and emotionally. For example, last night I became instantly concerned with how Melissa was doing. I felt the need to feel her forehead, check her temperature, and made sure she was drinking enough fluids. Normally, I'll be honest, sick people freak me out. In this case however I was so worried about my roommate being miserable that I just had to take care of her. Even now I find myself texting my other roommates to make sure Melissa is resting and drinking water. I was overwhelmed at first, I didn't realize that I had this side of me, but luckily my roommate Mandy's mom mode had switched on before mine and she was quick to put me to work helping Melissa. I was suprised that we both had this within us, when our other roommates didn't seem to have it at all.

Now that I know I can do this, there is no limit to what I can do! Huzzah! It's such an empowering feeling to know I have this ability within me.

Digging Deeper

A friend posed a question to me yesterday that really made me think and in fact, I have been unable to stop thinking about it. As we were sitting outside and I was talking to her about how my life was going she asked me, point blank," Megan do you know who you really are?" She said she'd been thinking about it herself lately and was wondering if I had ever thought about it. I began spouting ideas of who I think I am: a singer; a student; a tellar; a pianist; diet coke lover; a music listener; a single, 5 ft 4, brown haired, blue eyed, almost-20-year-old, LDS girl.

Pretty self explanatory answers right? These are things that I do and that defines who I am, right? Well, to an extent it is right. I love music, it is a huge part of who I am. I feel like I am a hard worker who tries hard to succeed. I am happy to be that. However, then she through me another question that changed the way I had viewed the first. She said, "No Megan, I know your talents are a huge part of who you are, but with out all those things who are you?"

This question has caused me to reflect more on what I am on the inside. What do I think about, how do I feel about specific things, what do I believe in. Those things will stay with me no matter what happens. If my voice goes, when I'm done at this job or finished with school, when I can't drink diet coke anymore cause it's bad for you what will make me...me? Something to think about.

The Dream Doctor

When I was five, I had a recurring dream that there were snakes covering every inch of my house. I haven't cared for them since.

Now, since I have moved up to college, I have had another recurring dream. I have had this dream 3 times in the last 2 weeks. Strange right? But what is even stranger is that these are not the first occurences of the dream. Last year at school, I had dreams with the same people, places and themes. So what do they mean?

What are these dreams about you might ask? Well that is personal. But my point is, why would I continue to have the same dream. Is it a sign? Is the dream going to come true? Or is the dream not going to come true and I should prepare myself for the worst? Dreams are manifestations of our unconscious or something right? The problem is that if they're supposed to be telling me what I secretly want or hope for, shouldn't I have some idea of what that is?