Celeste in Belgium.

We had a lot of fun, and also some unfun,when Cel was here.We brought her to the airport this morning…said an untearful and cold goodbye and got in the car…

Veerle banged on the windows, ‘I don’t want Celeste to be gone’ and for the rest no one said a word for almost an hour.

She will be missed.

Doesn’t that sound funeralish?

I do wish I had painted my nails red again..I was planning on it… ‘cry’.

I know,I’m dreadfully silly…get over it…that’s just me.

So what else can I say…ow yes…we had a lovely time in town…Celeste actually got her ears pierced.

She insists that we made her do it but that is not true.She was planning  on doing it anyway, and we just pushed her in the right direction a bit.

You know, a person has to move on in life. That’s unavoidable. And the only reason she tries to blame us is because she is a bit insecure and needs to believe someone made her do it to be more secure.

Now that is what I call pure naomical logic. And mind you…that’s just the kind of logic a person needs in life.

A person also needs another thing in life. relativational laughable logic which means you relativive things in life,or just life itself I guess,and laugh your troubles away.

One does need one vital ingredient for this,though, and that is: friends.

That’s just why Celeste came…so we could all do that together. It always goes better together then just by yourself. When you’re by yourself … sometimes you tend to start thinking about your troubles… and feel sorry for yourself… so,

the solvent to this problem is: friends.

I love friends…

although sometimes I do feel like killing some of ‘em …when they leave me out, or when they don’t take nearly enough videos and pictures of me.

Or when they laugh at me.

So now I shall go to my room so I can properly feel sorry for myself.

I greet thee, whoever thou art, in the name of laughter, relativation, misspelling, and sorrynesses.

~naomi the terrible~