Here I am to update my blog after which I will probably make resolutions to update it every week and then I’ll go and update it once a year, like I am doing now.
But at least I can make the resolutions just in case I do keep them.Imagine if I wouldn’t make the resolutions but would have kept them if I had made them.That is why I make them and then I can still decide not to keep them.
Might be a little to complicated for most people to understand.In fact, when I read this tomorrow I will probably not know what on earth I was talking about today.But now, I do know what I am talking about so I shall just shut up now and keep on going.
So I’ve been busy lately, just like I always am, and just like everybody always is. If you’ld go around asking people if they were not busy, I think most of them would say that they were busy.
So, If most people would say that, I geuss I should say it to , which I already did.
So I said I was busy.
I was busy , of course, with school.Because what else is a person who is in school supposed to keep busy with?
I had exams, placement, classes…and everything went well.Sometimes a little stressfull, usually a little more stressfull and occasionally very much more stressful. (I’m not sure if a person is supposed to spell stresful with 1 l or 2 ll’s.So I did both.Just to be sure)
Then I had one delightfull week of not being busy, and Celeste came from Ireland…and we had an absolute marvelous time. It went by like a hummingbird…or like a Really Fast Rabbit, or a Really Speedy Car.Something like that. And all at once it was over, and you feel the way you feel when a train whizzes by really fast and is gone before you know it and you aren’t even sure if it really went past or not.
But Celeste did come, I can prove it by the pictures we took and by the empty matrass that is still in my room…. ready for when she comes back
I always wish fun things could last. I wish for example, that that week of vacation could last, and that Celeste could stay here forever and ever and always and alwayziest!… Of course stuff like that never happens.And ussually, the more you want something to happen,the more it doesn’t happen.Well, not quite.And probably if I would write everything down that did happen when I wanted it to happen , it would be a whole lot.But now I’m just having fun whining, being sentimentel and pathetic, and feeling sorry for myself.
So as I was saying, fun things don’t last. And if I would tell someone that, that someone would probably say , in a very grownup way ‘but honey, if it did last, it wouldn’t be fun anymore’. Now that might very well be very true, but right now, that is not the way I feel and it doesn’t help any or make me feel better.
It’s like when you give a child a lollipop.The lollipop gets eaten..and after a while is eaten up and gone.So the child says ‘ I wish my lollipop could last forever.I want another one.’ The grownup then says ‘ But dear, If it would last forever, or if you could have another one, you teeth would get holes in them’
That is a very grownup way of thinking. It doesn’t help the child at that particular moment. The child wants a lollipop.Right then. Who cares what will happen later? That is later. Don’t worry about later, worry about now.Now, I want that lollipop.When my teeth get holes in them I’ll figure out some sollution, but right now I couldn’t care less!
(just to clarify myself : I am not making a point, I am just talking nonsense… actually I am thinking it or reasoning it with myself, and writing it down as it comes…as Mary Poppins would put it: ‘I would like to make one thing quite clear: … I never make a point’ or something like that…)
And so I shall end this very unsensible post because I have to go now. adieu farewell and that sort of thing….

“Like a Really Fast Rabbit”
Made me laugh!
It did go by toooooooooo fast. And we didn’t do HALF enough things. And we didn’t talk enough. REALLY talk. Why didn’t we? And we had so much to talk about.
And we didn’t make HALF enough new memories.
Of course, the week was jam-packed with new memories to take home. And we probably couldn’t jam-pack it any more. But it wasn’t enough. It never is.
But just think how much incredible fun we’ll have in Australia. THAT it going to be a billion times better than the Ireland trips. So much to do, see, visit…and not having to worry about if it will rain and if we will drown in a puddle like an unfortunate worm, or insect.
And hey. When I saw you this time in Belgium, it had been SIX MONTHS since I had seen you last. (That’s a record for us, huh?) but anyway…all you have to think about is that it will only be another six months, plus another six months until I see you again.
(It’s like at work when I’m watching the clock. I sometimes say to myself “In an hour I will be home.” but sometimes it’s two hours until I’m home, so I say “In an hour I can say I have an hour left.” It helps. Doesn’t seem quite so long then!!!
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And I’ll help you with your ticket, to Oz.
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Hey studious studier…I tagged you.