Make Up: I don't do this whole... 'Medieval' thing.

I don’t even want to think about life in Medieval time. I wouldn’t say I’m prissy, but I would assumed I’d get eaten alive in the way “guys” act.

Sure, I could maybe be an artsy man. I would get away with engulfing myself in the musical of the time. I’m sure I’d look pretty fierce in tights & ruffles, playing my lute… or not. I like my clothes tight, but not that tight. Also, minstrels were… kind of poor. I know, I know. Everyone was poor in these times, but it still wouldn’t be nice to be hungry all the time.

& that’s another thing. Food? Oh PLEASE. You have to be kidding me. I love soup. Soup is delicious, but I have no plans on going on a virtually all liquid diet. Carbs are delicious though, so in theory, I’d be totally okay with bread. I need some class.

Back to the arts though, I could maybe see myself as an actor. Some of the most classic of literature was created during this time. On the other hand though, you had to pretty much be straight out of the womb to be an actor. They had little boys play girls. There would still be stuff for me to do though, in the theatre world.

So it’s pretty much decided, I need to live the “high life” during these times.

If I, for some reason, were to be stuck in the lowly life of the… common person, I wouldn’t make it. All of the hard labor, doing everything by hand. I have no affinity for dirt. Come on, people! Do you really think I could go months without showering? Two words: Nev-er. This isn’t the most manly of things to say, but hey, we’re not keeping track, I have a weak immune system. I would probably die at a young age from disease. Ha. Plus, there weren’t any -whispers- homosexuals. I’m being realistic here in the fact that I wouldn’t want to be with a woman, especially some of those… erm… “winners.” No thank you. I don’t do the whole mule thing.

Basically, I don’t do this whole Medieval thing. :P