pink, drums, and what?

Some girls, by nature, are not the "girly girl" type, me being a prime example. But I wanted to be a "girly girl," I wanted guys to look at me like they did all the "prettyer" girls, but it never seemed to work, or feel right. So I  just stayed a "tom boy," hanging out with the boys and forgetting pink and glitter and all that chiz. I became who I am now. The 19 year old who is curious about make-up, but would rather pull my hair back and worry more about having fun that the way I look. But every now and then it hits me, the urge to dress in nicer clothes and put a tad bit of make-up on, and every once in awhile I think of the little girl I used to be; the one who wanted to wear dresses all the time when I got older, the one who wanted to be a cheerleader. The little girl who when from dreaming of pompoms to dreaming of beating a drum.

It seems like one desicion can change everything, like my deciding to play drums. I would have never turned out to be the person I am if I wouldn't have become a drummer. Now weather that is a good or bad thing we weill never know. I never look back and regret picking the drums. I never look back and regret being a "tom boy" either.

I'm not sure what this blog is about to be honest. I'm not good with sticking to a topic, sorry.

I may not know a lot of things. But I know when I've had enough, I know when to give up, and when to keep trying. But I also have learned that sometimes it is not about what you know, it is about how you put your knowledge to practice.

I guess that's all.. Peace out!