Expressions

My first intention with starting a new blog post was to put that picture (<----) in the top left corner. Because it is awesome. Do you think there's some kind of laser eye surgery that could do that to my pupil? But oh oh OH even cooler would be changeable pupils that you could morph depending on your mood. Oh wait, they call those contacts, don't they?

Anyway, this picture got me thinking about expressions, or the different ways people express themselves. Contacts, piercings, tattoos, wild hair color. Or, on the non-physical front, songs, paintings, drawings, writing. The list could go on and on, but it's late and my hand hurts, so I'll keep it short tonight.

Though writing has always been my form of expression, I've always always always wished that I could also sing. Always. I auditioned for musicals in high school and would practice for hours beforehand, hoping the director would leap from her seat and applaud my superb musical abilities. But alas, I was always cast as the character with no solos, and I would watch from the wings as my fellow classmates belted lines of chorus that I would've SO rocked. You know, if I could actually rock. I've since given up on my dream to star in Beauty and the Beast. (Don't feel sorry for me. You haven't heard me sing.)

This mindless rambling spurs an interesting question: what form of expression do you wish you could do? Do you secretly want a tattoo, but fear the pain (*raises hand sheepishly* I have SUCH a low pain tolerance, but I have SUCH a desire to ink myself. Grr, contradicting desires)? Do you wish you could draw as freakishly awesomely as Natalie? Do you have the urge to compose, but all musical instruments boycott you?

Now if you'll excuse me, my puppy is asleep, which means I should be too. Though I have found that no matter how late I keep her up, she still gets up at 6:30. AM. Every morning. It's a good thing she's cute.