The sun's been gone for a bit too long here. Most wish for a white christmas, and I guess whoever it is that listens to wishes, misunderstood - because they gave us a WET christmas instead. Although I do thank them for trying, my goodness I was disappointed!

I've been longing for the sun, and that got me thinking:
I know it has to do with chemical reactions and all that scientific stuff, but doesn't it strike you funny that the sun makes your skin darker but pretty much everything else lighter?

Just like a lot of people - I've been on a blogging hiatus for a while, and I apologize! Things get so hectic during the holidays, what with gift shopping/wrapping, get togethers, christmas concerts and other such things. Seeing as I am still swamped, I wanted to wish everyone a magnificent christmas/hannukah/whatever else it is that you may celebrate and a very happy new year!

Joyeux Noel! / Feliz Navidad! / Merry Christmas!

xox

Cassie's Therapy Video Tag

Catherine tagged me to do this :)

I don't know who's done this and who hasn't (Although i'm sure it's gone around a lot... :S )
So I will just tag:

Laura Marie because her blog is about "little things" and this tag is easy to fill with the little (yet wonderful) things.
Natalie because I think she needs something to blog about right about now, after reading her latest post.
And Some Girl because she always has something interesting to say.

Basically, you fill in whatever isn't bold, then link back to whoever tagged you, and tag three others!

Abracadabra, Wow!

I like boys like him and girls I can really talk to
I like the adrenaline rush that comes when taking a picutre with film.
I like dipping my soft gingerbread cookies in hot chocolate.
I like costumes and costumey things
I like big knit sweaters for winter time.
I like being cozy, and cuddling up.
I love it when words come together eloquently to create something meaningful
Today my mood has been SO up and down.
In some ways, I love everything.
Its less, its less of a thing to like, its less distinct, its less particular
I like things that I like but I love everything
There’s more choice in like
Cos even the worst things have things you love in them
I don’t know what you mean about things I hate
I hate waiting for the bus that never comes (especially in the cold Canadian winters)
I hate being left behind.
I hate it when people don't see you smile at them, so they don't smile back and you feel awkward.
I hate itchy wigs
I hate being pushed past my limits
I hate it when I am late.
I hate it when I'm upset and no one understands why.
I hate losing eyelashes. I feel like my eyes are going bald every time I lose one - 'cept not really.
I hate this, wow. . .Sorry.

Tiny bits of nothing
Slip through the crevices of my fingers.
I suppose if catching them were easier,
Happiness would be the norm.
Tears of failure would be a thing of the past,
A thing of myths and children’s stories;
Shoved away with all the fairies and sprites.
Though I can’t help but wish
That I could tie the ends together.
They are too petite,
too delicate to twist the right way.
And so they remain,
The loose ends are inevitably there,
Simply there,
Patiently awaiting your next attempt,
To finally make things right.

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I've been reluctant to post some of my ACTUAL poetry on here, due to the whole "you can never trust the internet" stuff. So, to ease my mind im just going to throw it out there that this poem is one hundred percent copyrighted to me, Katia E, December 9th 2009.

:)

If we don't smile.

"I hate that," she said.
"I don't mind it," I replied.

"I love this," I said.

"I can't stand it," she replied.

"I guess that's the difference between you and I."

The difference.

It's like black versus white,

a contrast so simple yet so deep

it's not something I can look past,

not something she can look past either.

She can't look past anything,

I try to tell her, to let her know

that if we don't smile,

we've got nothing left.

But apparently,

she would settle for nothing.

-

One of the things I hate most , is those who don't smile. Those negative many who focus on things they hate, rather than things they love. Those people who will let little things bug them, rather than let them make their day. Those who do nothing but bring you down...

Magic

Remember when magic was the only thing that mattered? When we all believed in fairy dust and underwater wonder lands? When the flaming balls of gas in the sky were nothing but sparkling stars, and animals would really speak whenever we turned our backs to them?

Our vision was blurred by a sheet of glitter and things, a lens for us to see the world through - distorting reality into a happier, more magical place.

Where did the magic go?

Why did the magic have to disappear?

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