It’s our two week anniversary, Glasgow. You’ve given me three new housemates and two job interviews. You’ve taken me on one date, 19 subway rides and too many trips to MacDonalds. We’re two weeks into our new life together, Glasgow, and I’m one week into my course. I know this might be rushing things a bit… but I think you might be the one.
Here are our Finnish friends with their new single So Happy I Could Die, which nicely sums up how I’m feeling about things right now.
This post was going to be a LOL-fest about how I need to stop smiling at people on public transport and saying ‘hi’ to everyone I walk past in the street – we’re not in Oban any more, Dorothy – but I don’t actually intend to stop doing either of those things. Smile and the subway smiles with you; fart and you stand alone.
But anyway, there is something more pressing to be addressed. I have identified a ‘development area’ for myself (two job interviews and I’ve turned into an utter wanker, it seems).
Obviously, I’m meeting a lot of new people here in the big smoke. All the mega-babes on my course, naturally, but ‘non-makeup’ people too. And it’s normal when you meet new people for them to ask you what you do.
And I need to STOP answering “studying. Makeup Artistry… but I’M NOT A BIMBO.”
Are you LISTENING to yourself, Imogen Maxwell? That’s an insult to me, my tutors/lecturers, and my classmates. It’s also a bit of an insult to whoever I’m talking to when I say things like that; I’m yet to have “I’m studying makeup artistry” met with “well you must be one hell of a vacuous deadshit, hey.”
I’m judging people for judging me when they aren’t even – and that is using bad judgement.
So. If ever I’m met with “why?” instead of “cool!” when i say what i do, I shall puff up my chest, look ’em in the eye and say “because I want to.” Which is, as far as I know, the most compelling reason there is.
But until that day, I’ll be cutting back on so much self-deprecation and apologising about what I’m doing; no one else actually gives a fuck anyway, and I’ve taken on some reasonably seismic upheaval to make this dream of mine come true. I AM serious about makeup, so it’s time for my words to line up with my actions.
To celebrate the end of MY bad habit of hanging shit on myself, I present to you the second long-haired pack of reprobates for today – unprecedented! Two in one flog post – you lucky devils! Here you’ve got New York young guns, Nasty Habit, with Hip Shakin’ Fox. Sorry, and you’re welcome.
blogs and kisses,
x Imo
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