California Dreaming

On such a very winter's day. A freezing cold windy winter's night, even.

I'm not in a very updaty mood, but I figure I owe the world something. I'm not in a bad mood, just not an updaty one.

I was in California the past week. Very nifty. Very random. Very strange. I got invited last minute by my Grandma the day after I got back from school. Quite bizarre, being in a place I usually associate with summertime. Palm trees in December; I woudn't have ever predicted such a thing coming my way, especially so sudden. It was rather warm down there too. Got about 65-70 during the day, and only 58 or something at night. To Californians, that's freezing. To me, that was Not-Even-Daytime-Temperature-At-Home. Silly Californians. And then again, why did I ever move away... (aside from the fact that when parents move, their young children follow)
I hung out with every cousin on my mom's side, at least once. Met two new ones, saw saw growing up, saw one that I've known since I couldn't even sit up by myself. Also baked alot. Grandma put me to work. It was fun though, I don't mind doing work that brings such fruitful (or rather cookieful) rewards. And I shall continue doing such work here.
I painted for the first time in a long time too. I dont' know... I guess it was the right time and place to start that up again. Something about Grandma's house made me take up a pencil and brush and color amd water again... I hope I won't lose it...

Today's the 18th. Isn't it interesting.

In one week it'll be Christmas. I wonder what happens to that excited little spirit that dwelled so much in childhood during this time. Did it just up and leave? Did it slowly, painfully die? Did it shrivel up, like a raisen in the sun?
Or did it explode?

I drew it with Microsoft Paint

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/PoyaGoddess/littlewingedcatwatchesthesunset.jpg

Until things completely smooth over once again, these blog entries will have to remain cryptic

From Into the Woods:

Do you know what you wish?
Are you certain what you wish
Is what you want?
If you know what you want,
Then make a wish.
Ask the tree,
And you shall have your wish...

The wheel keeps on turning

All I'll say for now is that life just keeps flip-flopping around.

Ain't it weird?

This could be the beginning of a long and lonely winter

I don't have to much to say, other than it's snowing.
It's neat.
But with it comes memories.
Mostly of those being when I didn't feel alone.

Cause I do now.
It's no one's fault.
But it feels empty.
The kind of emptiness which makes you hurt.
The kind that makes you feel like you're starving.

I'll pull through.
The questions are when and how.
I'm in the woods alright, but hardly with a map or a compass, or even a flashlight.
And I don't know where to go...