Tea, Thoughts, Dress-up and Tears.

     Here I am, supposed to be asleep for the energy I'll need for all four of my classes tomorrow which all start out early, and I have a need to blog.
     Well actually, I was in bed, for about an hour now, trying to fall asleep. Trying every trick in the book, finding a soft song to sing in my head, counting down to 1 from 100 while relaxing every muscle I know of. Everything. Instead I fond myself prattling on to myself, repeating terms you can only find in Doctor Who. All of course with a British accent, and even a Scottish or Irish depending on who say what in the series. I have issues.
     I think the reason I am so awake is due to the green tea I had earlier. I've found that tea effects me more than coffee does when it comes to caffeine. I can drink three cups of coffee in one day and sleep like a baby. But one cup of any tea [although only experienced with cold tea: sweet, iced, green etc] and I'm up all night. Granted a rather dumb move on my part even buying the damn tea. I also think I may have some sort of acid reflex issue. Because nearly every night, as I lay down my throat begins to burn as if something was trying to make its way up my esophagus. [WHOA I spelt that right on the first go! Ace!]
     I have also decided that I am going to dress up as a hippie this Halloween, for the safe trick or treat we have on campus. Where clubs dress up and hand out goodies to local kids. I figure, I'm a poor college kid, and I already have everything in the makings of a hippie, long skirts, beads, headbands, you name it, so why not? It'll be fun.
     Now for a gloomier topic: one of my best friend's grandmother died this morning. [When I say this morning I mean 10/22/12] I don't know how to console her, I can only be on the phone, since she is so far off. I feel as if she is stuck, in a shock of sorts, but I'll be here whenever she returns. She has her family with her, and they sense her distress, I just wish that I could be there for her. I feel the ever growing need to hug her. The sadder she grows, the more I miss her. I can feel her confusion, and sadness from here...I'm not saying I know what she's going through. Because I don't, I have lost a grandparent, and he was  my best friend. But I was only six, and all I have are the distant memories and stories others have told me. But she was close with her grandmother her whole life. I think about my grandma, and feel sick. I can't even begin to imagine what it is like to lose someone after such a long time with them.
     So if anyone is reading this right now, please keep my beautiful, strong, friend Micaela in your thoughts, prayers, hearts,  or where ever else you can think of. I would be so lost without her in my life, she deserves a bit of peace.
[http://epitomeofsnark.blogspot.com/2012/10/enjoy-ride.html]
     Allons-y
-M