There should be a disclaimer to the following blog, but I don't know. *ponders for less than a second* Nah. Maybe not. ('Cause I bad so aight? *pose*) For all the good karmic shit I've racked over the last...never...I'm gonna lose it now. :)

I must relate lovely tale of Saturday. It would be a pity not to, for this is one of those golden moments; one of those days when you feel the world is a wonderful place despite such things as "nice" guys who are unfortunately taken.

Enter Daria/Jane.

I was required to be present at a photo shoot. Yes with models. Not "real" models, but I guess they did the job. To say the least. I thought to myself - god, how irritating it would be to the only lame looking one amongst the beautiful people. Sure enough yes that groovy old feeling again - ancient, bedraggled, ugly, whaleish (in comparison to the twigs), generally uncomfortable and bored. The location offered a less-than-gorgeous landscape and as for male specimen well that was non-existent.

Ah just imagine it now. Nice smoke-filled, already-brown, blazing mountains not too far away, lovely oil-slicked, murky sea water, hardly a breeze to move a grain of my disheveled hair. The atmosphere was just right. Sitting there chilling, looking around at the polluted bay. Yeh! What a life man!

We got settled and I was just settling into my nice faux-rattan chair and admiring the pretty faux-glass topped table with classy iron base. Suddenly there were noises. It seemed that the people who owned the place decided to treat us better and move our chairs and tables for us. We obviously weren't comfortable enough so they brought us some nice dirty, old, cracked, unsteady white plastic chairs and tables. I had to scream at one of the moving guys - "HEY that's a cake there!!!" He put the table legs on top of the covered cakes that we had just laid out. Oh yes the legs are removable on these new tables.
Now we were all set for action!

I wondered if most people realised I was there. The most I would get is a "excuse me" and "uhm can you move you're in the shot" type stuff. If I did get my presence noticed it would have been - "werd...what's she doing here? ew that is not a model." It was hilarious. I just sat around actually looking probably very bored, annoyed or no way interested in anything that was going on. In fact I wasn't.

Mostly amazed at the lack of creativity by the directors, and photographers I sat and observed thinking about how much more brilliantly executed it could have been and thinking about getting home as quickly as possible. Trying to make friends in this place was near impossible. Models? Conversation? The people I was with were too busy to bother so I had to make do with myself and the airheads.
I almost fucking barfed when the girl next to me saw another young girl being photographed and went "awww isn't it great?" and smiling and almost clapping with joy. Oh help me Father. I gave her my sympathetic look. Damn. It was certainly a sad little moment that verified the whole lack of brains thing around the place. Oh God my IQ!

Eventually, the sun was going down, and the pictures seemed shittier. It could have been just me of course. I decided to take action because I knew the idiots did not have proper lighting. Started walking around directing one girl to do this and that. I think I got some of what I needed.

The evening wore on. Night came. They weren�t done. Amid harsh words here and there (oh no not mine!) people were getting tired and exasperated I think.
Somehow I managed to occupy myself doing this and that, eating all the goodies the twigs didn�t eat, and talking to this one and that one (the sane ones that is). Yes my IQ saved in the nick of time!

Finally finally we left there after about 7 hours of torture . Males! Males! You know I�m not a girly girl so the surplus femme vibe phenomenon was just not my style. Phew. And then there were males.

Passed through Movietowne to check out the scene. Apparently there is buzzing on a weekend at night? Now this is another mini-story. Oh boy.

I was tired, sticky, trying to regain some lost brain cells and obviously and not very interested in rich, middle aged people speaking of their house down the islands (dahling!) and their dogs needing caviar. It was opening night for some new frozen yogurt place. God. Come on. The slushy sucked! There were free drinks but I was hydrated at the moment. Maybe I'll try to yogurt bit later on when you kow, I'm rich and wanting to feed it to my poodle. Right.

I stood there lost, not fitting into the m�lange of snotty white businessmen, young snotty white businessmen�s kids, and gay people. I call it the har-har-har mix. You can just hear my eyes rolling to the back of my head now can�t you? I looked at the too-buffed guy. This one�s so buffed that his head is too small for his body now. He�s a big guy - tall, very muscular, not bad looking, but come ON!! Holy shit, don�t know when to stop when your biceps are bigger than your head?

Truly! Some people! The nerve!

My day ended with a nice shower and some down-to-earth coolass people. I think. I hoped for that at least. Okay I was sleepy I can�t remember ok!

As for yesterday well I slept. Thank God � a day at home. All day. Home. Whee! Got nothing done in room but sleep, but hells yeh baby I could so live with that!!

Today now. I wish for the same, but alas. I doubt it.