I Find Out That I Can Carry A Tune

Today I had this weird realization that this blog is going to look a whole lot different if I ever get a boyfriend. 

Awkward. 

Anyway.

Thankfully, I have things to post about besides teenage girl problems. For example: tonight I sang in front of people and played the ukulele because the piano wasn't working. And guess what?

A few people actually liked it. No, seriously. 

I mean, I know I can carry a tune. I'm not one of those people that's all, "Oh, I can't sing. No. I mean, really. I don't have a good voice."...and then goes all Adele on everyone. No. 

But on the other hand, I'm (obviously) not Adele either. I mean, I'm decent. 

I guess. 

But not GREAT. Per say. I get that. It's okay.

But guys. When I finished my voice-cracking, chest-cold, erratic-strumming version of I'm Yours, walked back to my friends, and said, "Happy?" people were actually cheering a little. 

And that made me feel a)like they were just being polite, and then b)that maybe I actually wasn't half bad. 

So I'm allowing myself to pat myself on the shoulder for mentally kicking myself and getting the whole, first-time-singing-in-front-of-people thing out of the way. 

Phew. If only I could make myself do everything for the first time that way, I would be a lot bolder.