Trying to have an artistic conversation with my dad at 6:30am...

This is what happens...

Me: Isn't this picture cool, dad?
Dad: Wow, those are like... grapes or something.
Me: Yea.. er berries. But isn't that cool how the picture is all bubbling out on the left, and then dreamy fuzzy and light on the right?
Dad: Yeah, those are some berries! Where are those?
Me: Hungary
Dad: Hungary or Thirsty?
Me: Heh.. erhm.... yeah. Ok... anyway...

[PhotobyKyleFiechter]

This is why you should probably start journaling.. starting 10 years ago.

I was leafing through my box of journals today and I came across an entry from when I was eleven. (I have been journaling for forever.) This entry was written during the drive to Colorado. Out of pure boredom, I decided to write everything down anyone said, word for word.

No spelling has been modified and no names have been changed.
_____________________________________________________________________
Passing through Kansas. Morning sat 8-9/o3
8:40
Dear Journal,
Yesterday was so tiring. We drove for 12 hourse only with 2-3 stops...

Stop 1:
Dad: Okay gnag, every bod out.
Tricia: Ooooooh! Restorantay!
Troy: Groan.
Tess: I need to use the restroom really bad.
Mom: Oh what a buitiffle day!
Dad: Indeed.

*Flip forward one page*

11:30pm.

Silence
Silence
Scilence
Silance
S-
Trish: OK EVERYONE LETS SING A SONG!!!!!!!
Silence broken.
Troy: SHUT UP!!!
Mom: What kind of song?
Dad: *BlinkBlink* Sigh.
The mother and 2 daughters belerd out song from sound of music until...
Troy: AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...

Conversation right now with Troy and Trish.

Trish: Troy? Is Mition Imposible the same thing as James Bond?
Troy: No.
Trish: No kidding? I though my whole life that it was the same thing! Is it totally different?
Troy: Yes.
Tricia: Oh.
Troy: Mission Impossible was a show.
INTERUPTION!!!
Troy: Tess? Are you writing this in your diary.
Tess: It's a journal.
Troy: Diary.
Tess: JOURNAL!
Troy: Are you a diariest or something?
Interuption.
I am gett a head ache. Must stop.
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This probably doesn't seem amusing to anyone, but I enjoy it. It just shows to go you (an expression I used a few entries later) can never write anything completely worthless down. One day it will make you laugh no matter how boring it seems at the time.

If I find anything else humorous, I may post it. Maybe. I'm only 1/3 the way through though, so it may be a while.

Tessa Larae.

Ps. I just flipped to the end of the journal I just posted from and on the last page I wrote my own epilogue... What a morbid 11 year old I was. Well that's it folks. Apparently I'm dying at age 84.

Schatzi :]

This is my new puppy.

Her name is Schatzi.

She was born June 11, 2009 with 12 brothers and sisters.

She is super duper cute.

I kinda like her.

Her name means "Little Sweetheart" in swiss.

She is a little sweet heart.

And tomorrow begins a new adventure...

So Folks, I'm leaving for Europe with a bunch of girls tomorrow.

No I have not seen the movie taken.

No, I will not ever watch it, thanks.

Yes, I know not to split a cab.

I will take loads of pictures.

I will be very very safe.

I will have fun.

Bye all!

:]

My Easter Weekend.

Friday night after church, the family lounged around the living room munching on popcorn balls as Troy, Tricia and myself figured out where we wanted to go hiking the next day.

After a time of googling "Southern Illinois Hiking" we (and by "we" I mean Troy and Tricia) decided to go to Starved Rock. I protested because everyone in the world has been their. Too many humans involved in a hiking experience is never a good thing. Plus the whole point was to go to southern IL wasn't it? Guess not.

The next morning we were off. We got their in probably too good of time and hiked for a few hours. Here be the view from one of the Peeks.

(oops. tiny little picture, sorry)

There were a lot of

these stair thingers.

Annnd after an hour or so we turned around and started following the Return signs.

The day was was young, so we decided we might as well drive up to Chicago since it was only an hour away.

On the way we stopped at a Rootbeer stand for lunch!

Yum.

In chicago we went to a couple of bookstores, ate pizza and we were our way home.

Needless to say, when I got home I was pretty pooped. However, when I got into my room I was prevented from falling into bed and falling asleep right away.

I should probably work on not throwing all of my belongings on my bed.

Eh. I'll just stick with shoving all the stuff on the floor.

A short story I wrote for my english class...

Introduction...
Bell Boy Number One
By Tess Plattner

Not many know this, but there is an exact art to being a bell boy. While there are many tools of the trade, there is one thing a bell boy must always remember: You, as a bell boy, are not the main character. You are not even the side character that gets paid a decent amount who people recognize in the market as “That guys' best friend in that one movie”. Sadly, you are simply an extra. Except, instead of “Person Number 9”, you get the more glamorous title; “Bell Boy Number 1”.
If you don't like the title “Bell Boy Number 1”, then try this on for size: We are also known as “The Substitute Person”. Meaning, we are the one to joke around with when, at the start of a first date, the man in the suit begins to wonder if his date is a mute. You are also the person that suddenly gets noticed when the frazzled mom drops her shopping bags all over when her baby starts to cry and you pick up her bags.
We are the extra. The substitute person. The expendable crewman. And as such we must always remember that everything depends on the person about to enter the elevator. It is never the bell boys' job to initiate conversation, clever banter, or even eye contact. Even the slightest joke can ruin the whole ride. Now, a ruined elevator ride might not seem like a big ordeal, but at the Ritz, it could make the most awkward 5 minutes of your life feel like an eternity.
Now, what happens when suddenly a character you think will always be a minor becomes a main character? Your whole world gets thrown upside down. That's what.

It was a rainy Saturday afternoon. After jumping up and down on the door mat a few times to get all the water out of my sneakers, I unzipped my hoodie and headed in the staff's locker room to change. There is no way I would ever take the bus wearing a red uniform with tassels.

"Oh dear, I never know what to write..." Beth March [Little Women]

And that is why I never blog... That and because, as a general rule of thumb, I think blogs are lame.

I just never really understood the whole idea. I mean, for people who are off in another country, working at a summer camp in the projects, or trying to hop across America on one foot, I understand. Blog your little hearts out. People probably want to hear about your experience.

While I never actually took the time to read many blogs myself, I had a pretty good idea of the subject matter of most of them...

"Exciting news! My new hubby and I finally sprung for the leather couch, it's grey and..."

"Sooooo... today was kinda boring. I pretty much did homework and putzed around I guess..."

"I think I want to lose 10 pounds. I know, I know, I knowwww. You're thinking "What? She is soooo skinny!" But seriously guys, I don't think I am! So that's it. I'll just eat uber healthy all the time. I'll keep you posted on what I eat day by day from now until I reach my goal."


I hope I'm not offending anyone...

So why did I decide to take a second wack at blogging (notice, I tried once last year)? Well I glanced at my friend Katie May's blog and I thought hey.. thats kinda cute. Then I started stalking all of the blogs that were on the side thingy of her blog... And they also were really creative and... as much as I hate to admit... I kind of enjoyed reading them. I'm not as creative as these other bloggers, and I'll prolly never write anything as enjoyable... but...

Feeble as my first attempt was... I'm going to try again. But I'll need lots of encouragement, because I don't want to just write to myself. That is what journals are for.

Imma sleep now.

Tessa Larae