he-paints-me-blue

Everyone finds their calling. Some more early on in life than others. I fouind writing. I just didn't realize that I was going to pursue it with professional intentions in mind. I still have a lot to learn (I'm not some fabulous writer or anything...my friend's opinions don't count right now).

I got my first guitar when I was three years old. At the time, I was extremely triumphant that I had gotten my mom to cave and buy me one for my birthday. I don't even know how I knew what a guitar even was back then, but I did.

I haven't played in a while, and I think I need to take lessons all over again. Yeah, a while in my book means, oh, about a few years. And since my mind has a tendancy to block out bad things, it also blocks out the good things that occured during the bad. I also used to play the piano, too. Again, haven't played in a while. I'm currently saving up for a new guitar. My old one is really beat up and has officically gone into retirement. It's time for an upgrade.

I love soccer. I've played on a team and everything. Wow, there are a LOT of things I haven't done in a while. Working a lot to save up for college probably has soemthing to do with it, but whatever.

Yeah, and you can tell that I ramble on about things. Blah, blah, blah. I'm so weird. I'll stop now and spare myself.