a birthday suit and snow,

 

 The month of December has traveled the cloud's tail, and in ten days, we'll be ringing in the New Year, with snow on our porches, and champagne on our lips.  As of late, I've been feeling the  drunkenness of Christmas lights, and the bittersweet consciousness of my birthday. 

Another year has rambled, and rolled, faster than fools fall in love.  As each birthday passes, I feel more, and more, gratified. Some people tell you - be scared! lose your dreams! you'll be hanging out with adulthood! credit cards! wisdom! good sense! goodbye lazy dreamer! fear the wrinkles! 

But I won't tell you that.  On my 19th birthday, and every other birthday, the only thing tempted to grow old is the lashes of my eyes, the curves of my body, and the fluency of my tongue.

To celebrate my 19th birthday - My mom and I spent the light of day, attached to the hip, celebrating the truest meaning of Birthdays - to be awake with the one who made you alive.  My mother, who,  along with my father, gave me my eyes to see, my hands to clap, and clean air to breath. For me, a December 13th will never be spent with anybody else. 

We started the day with gift bringing - which really is just an unexpected extra to the already wondrous company. I sometimes feel as if gifts on your birthday are a special compensation for having survived another circle around the sun.  After unwrapping the curling iron, the socks, the fragrance, the nightmare before Christmas poster, the glitter, and the gift card,  me and my mom went for breakfast. We ate vegetable sandwiches, then wandered through my favorite neighborhood, Inglewood. Afterwards, we spent my $100 gift card at Forever 21.

I finished the day with rum and coke, and a childish wish for the day to repeat.

Things I learned in my 18th year:

• There are not many things as beautiful as a red berry on a naked bough.
• The Banjo is as comfortable as a blanket.
• Spending money on instruments - always worth it.
• Time goes by far too swiftly to worry about what dawn brings.
• Do not give fuel to the trouble maker's fire(a.k.a those who want to hurt you) - just let it be.
• Every moon is as bewildering - as the one before.
• Singing is good for your cheeks, and your general well being.
• Singing loud is even better.
• Give smiles to those who give frowns to you.
• Apologize, even if you have to stretch for it, saying sorry gives repose to negative feelings.
• Know where you are, but dream while your there.
• Rye and water's are better when they're with the company of a fireplace.
• Gin and soda's are better when they're in doubles.
• There will always be men in bars buying drinks for pretty women.
• Bars are better when there's live music.
• Food is better when you chew it, slowly.
• The feeling of songs - is as great as that of writing stories, and penning poems.
• Do not give rise to sorrow,  the feeling is fleeting.
• Frowns are fodder for growth.

If the world were to stop twirling, and all animals were to be blanketed in a dusk, all I would have to say is : I've lived a good life, and I'm thankful for all of those who've surrounded me, 

the bullies, the babes (and you!)

If you don't hear from me sooner, Merry Christmas sweet people.

 

 what i wore blue dress- value village $8floral blouse underneath dress- value village $5glitter wedges- aldo birthday gift

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