So a few days ago I thought I should write something, but I didn't want to sift through my barely intelligible list of ideas to eventually write about, so I asked someone for an idea. Sarah(Tech.no.38800715) suggested I write about my face. I believe it went something like this; "What should I write about?" "Your face". And then the conversation was dropped.

So, instead of something on my list I previously wrote down as "Crying in a bathroom stall with a bag over your head", I'll be talking about just one part of my head; my face. I hope you can enjoy it.

Perfection

Originally I was going to include a picture of my face, but after I asked about it again Sarah said to describe how great my face is. I feel that if the point is to use words, then an image would only lessen the effect of using language to convey just how great my face is. Why use a car to get somewhere when your goal is to take a walk?

Anyway, my face really is something. I love it so much. It has so many uses. It has this protective and stylish layer to it that I find to be positively wonderful.

The layer is called skin, and I mention this because as someone who doesn't pay attention to the average person, I don't actually know if most people have this "skin" as well. I really just don't know. If I don't immediately think a person's face is cute then I just don't pay any more attention to that part of their body. That may sound superficial, but if you pay close attention to people you'll notice the rest of their bodies are pretty interesting as well. They have these things called "arms". They wiggle and fly around and such. It's crazy, but that's a different subject.

Anyway, back to my face; it has skin. I use this skin for a lot of different things, but in addition to protecting the bare meat of my face, my main use for it is disguise. I often use cosmetics to alter my appearance.

Most people seem to think I'm either a girl or a pretty boy. Isn't that funny? A good looking male could conceivably be mistaken for a female, but a female who could be mistaken for a male generally isn't considered good looking. It almost sounds like male beauty peaks at female ugliness. I wonder why that is...

So, yes, I use cosmetics to disguise myself. Most people might use make-up to improve their appearance, but I feel that doesn't take full advantage of the wonders of make-up. For example, one day my face might look very pretty. Other days my face might look like it has some scars. But my face's uses don't just end at scaring strangers on the street with fake open wounds. My face also has this thing called a nose. Crazy, right?

My nose lets me smell things, both pleasant and otherwise. I also have eyes. They let me see things. Mine are typically brown, but if the situation calls for it then they might just appear to be open gashes in my face.

My mouth is especially great. It's this hole in my face lined inside with hard white things, a big, pink-ish, squishy thing, and lined outside with these soft red-ish flaps of skin called lips. My mouth can chew things, talk, lick things, kiss, breathe, and also hold small objects. I sometimes hide shtuff in there like candy or keys.

I think that's about it. I also have eyebrows, but they don't do much. So there you have it. That's my face. What's your's like?