Saturday, June 5, 2010

First Week of Summer

Summer is here! Bring on the heat!!!

The first two days of summer was frustrating and ugly. I wasn't looking forward to being separated from my school friends for three hot, boring months. I mostly lounged around the house, feeling sorry for myself. Pathetic, I know.

Wednesday I hung out with my friends and went to mutual. I got home and went to bed at nine-ish so I could get up the next morning.

My brother came in at 5:55 a.m. "TESSA!!! Wake up!!!!!!!!"
"Bahh! Go away!!! I still have five minutes to sleep!"
"GET UP!!!!!!!!!"
Gee, no appreciation. Some people.
Anyway I arose from my bed and started to dress and clean up. I put on my make up, flat-ironed my hair and threw on my butterfly skirt and a bright pink shirt. When I walked upstairs, my mom had to remind me that we were going to a funeral..... I changed into black.
We piled into the car with a portable DVD player, iPods, books, sketchpads, and other sources of entertainment for our 2.5 hour drive to Orangeville, Utah.
Well, we drove and drove and drove and drove and drove until we finally arrived at the chapel for the viewing. We entered the Relief Society room and strolled over to the coffin.
He didn't look like himself.
Though, I guess he wasn't even technically there, he was reuniting with my grandpa and other people up in a much happier place than here.
But the tears still came.
My mom and I sat down and cried together... Thankfully she brought a boatload of tissues in her little purse. (How in the world does that thing hold so much stuff?!?)
We attended the funeral and the lunch and were soon back in the car on our way home.

--a few hours later--

That night I had a sleepover at my friend Ally's house. Her parents have a jet-bathtub and we decided to put on our swimsuits and soak. For some reason we thought it was a good idea to put BUBBLE BATH in it. I remind you, this bathtub has JETS. We cranked up the jets and relaxed as the bubbles got higher and higher. Pretty soon the bubbles were overflowing out of the tub and onto the floor. We were completely buried in bubbles from our messy hair down to our newly painted toenails.We laughed so hard we started crying and our stomachs hurt really badly. Finally we turned off the jets and tried to smash the bubbles a bit. Every time we whacked them they hopped out of the tub and all over the sink/mirror/toilet/floor. After a while of wetness, laughing, and sweet pea-scented bubble bath, we drained the tub and dried off.
What a night.

The next day I woke up, ate breakfast, and left her house. There was a Summer Jazz Camp concert at 11:30 that day. Guess who was in it? Yeah, you probably guessed him.
I approached my mom, wearing my best puppy eyes and said, "MOM you need to drive me to Canyon View so I can see Madi's concert!!!" (Madi being one of my ward friends who also happened to be in the concert.) The next minute we were in the car. Mom looked over at me. "You're going for ____."
I smiled sweetly. "Madi's in it, too.....!"
"I can see right through you," Mom replied, "That street sign behind you..." I turned to look at it. "I can see it," she finished. We laughed loudly together and she teased me the rest of the way to the school.
I entered the auditorium. There he was, looking perfect behind his drum set at the back of the stage. I've missed you, I thought. I sat down right in the middle of the auditorium. My friend Sami Herrera caught sight of me and mouthed, "What are you doing here?" I jerked my head in his direction and she looked at him and back at me and mouthed again from the stage, "For him?" I nodded and smiled innocently. She giggled silently and I chuckled to myself. I looked back over at him and noticed that some other friends were sitting in the first row right in front of him. When they assumed their positions, it just so happened someone's head was blocking my view of him!  Grrrrr, I thought to myself.
The music started and I could feel the beat inside me, absorbed in the sound of the drums. Drum players rock. 
Once the concert ended I left the auditorium and shuffled into the hall to wait for him or Madi to come out of the band room. I waited and waited. I'm going to talk to him,  I thought, I have to. I leaned against the cold lockers, already missing school. I stared down the band hall. There was a whoosh behind me and he walked past me and down the hallway. I missed it!!! I yelled in my brain. Ugh. I wanted to whack myself.
Just when I was about to start walking home, Madi emerged from the hall. She stared at me for several long seconds and said, "I'm not surprised." before letting out a hearty laugh. She knows who I like and is quite amused by my "obsessiveness"
"Surprise..." I half-mumbled.
Madi's mom said to me, "Do you have any friends you want to congratulate before we give you a ride home?"
An evil grin crept up Madi's face, "Yes! C'mon Tessa let's go find _____." I dug my heels into the ground but Madi took my arm and dragged me into the band room. We searched every corner of the room with no sight of him. I was disappointed but relieved all at once.

We spent time at her house and I sketched out my painting of a giraffe as Madi drew her raccoons. We painted and drew for hours until I had to return home.

Today, Saturday, is my half birthday. Mom and Dad went down to a meeting on southern Utah. My sister and little brother took off to play Pokemon in Salt Lake City and left me a mini bottle of grape juice. I had a cleaning-the-bathroom party and drank my half birthday grape juice alone in my quiet house.

One week down, eleven more to go.


  1. Sounds like a pretty good start to summer. Thank you for your sweet comments on my blog. You are such a wonderful girl and I just love you. I hope you have many more fun adventures during this next eleven weeks.

  2. I enjoyed my summers more than anything in the world. I guess that's what made me a bad student and you a great one!

    That band concert story is hilarious! At least you got a glimpse!

    Sorry about the passing. Funerals are always hard, no matter who they are.

    I'm glad you have had great moments. I love the bubbles. Makes me wish I had a jetted tub. I love laughing to the point of pain!


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