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I Turned 19 Today


There's a lighthouse on a hill by the Goonies' place, where you can throw balsa wood planes from up on high, and watch them circle the trees a good quarter of a mile out. I tried rolling down the hill once or twice, and ate hunks of bread loaf with my favorite brand of crisps; the view of the fireworks on my birthday was pretty nice. My brother was living in a town nearby, and we'd picked him up from the dorms for the day; We spent an hour taking videos of the waves that afternoon. That was back when my hair was green, and our old car was as brand new as a could be a lemon; I've become rather fond of being a lot more crazy since then. But the one thing that I'd change, if I could go back in time and relive that day, would be that I'd have taken Mom's advice and brought a coat.
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Lelake.paloma

I've got a little poem book I've been working on since I was about 17 or 18, and one day I hope to make it into a book. I only add to it occasionally though.

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Lelake.paloma
My birthday is the Fourth of July. Sometimes I have gone to the beach with a Santa hat on such a day. People occassionally gave me angry looks and grouchy comments at this, but it was one of my only hats at the time..

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