It’s true that the early risers, by default, have ended up setting the schedule for the rest of us dreamers. We were too busy snoozing to stop them. Which is kind of annoying if you think about it. I think there should be a revolution to overthrow this cruel regime in which people are expected to BE PRODUCTIVE in the morning. Mornings are for eating croissants and taking your sweet time waking up, don’t you think?
or pancakes
The problem with the ‘morning people’ is that they say things like “I just can’t stay in bed past 8am, even on the weekends! It feels like I’m wasting the day.” When people say something like that, what I hear is “I am terrified of being alone with my subconscious, and I am also oblivious to the fun that can be had in a bed at any time of the day”.
And ‘wasting the day’ – what pish! What about wasting the deep, dark, glorious night? You’d have to be a bit evil to go to bed at 7:45pm so you can bounce out of bed at 5:30am the next day for no reason other than to lord it over everyone else.
Or maybe the morning people aren’t sinister at all, maybe they’re just scared of the dark, maybe they just like first go with the newspaper before it gets big splodges of jam on it. Who’s to know? So long as they can mask their amusement/disgust at my genuine emotional agony, as I stumble around the kitchen, blind, bloodshot and whimpering, seeking the coffee by smell and touch alone.
Anyway. The reason I’m telling you all this is because I have to BE somewhere at 8am on Friday for a (work experience) makeup job. I say ‘somewhere’ because I don’t know where it is, all I know is it involves a train-ride (sounds miles away doesn’t it) which will mean leaving home at … what, like 6:30am potentially? That’s the middle of the fucking night! But it’ll be good. This comes at a time when lots of fun and interesting makeup work experience opportunities have just sprung up.
On Monday just gone I helped out at a photoshoot that a handful of photography students from my college were doing…
me doing mega-babe Victoria’s makeup
DSLR magician Sharon shooting up a storm
being really helpful holding the light reflector thingy
In fact there are quite a few fun and exciting shoots coming up, so brace yourselves for some … significantly more professional-looking photos of the makeup I do. It’s funny, just recently I was really freaking out about where to find the models and photographers I knew I’d need to whip up a decent portfolio. Now it seems, uh, doable. It’s because I’m so well-connected.
Don’t worry flogstars, the photos might get more professional, but we’ll still be playing it pretty fast and loose here at Imogen Maxwell Dot Com. No matter how fancy and professional the photos become, they’ll still be accompanied by my sparkling banter and a bit o’ not-related classic rock or hair metal. Which brings us to tonight’s tune… oh what shall I pick?
A bit o’ not-related not-classic-rock-or-hair-metal! I heard this lil number whilst meandering around WordPress, and it’s been stuck in my heid for a few days, which as you’ve probably noticed is the most important factor in deciding what goes up on the ole flog here. ENJOY.
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