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24 Hours with Priyanka Chopra Jonas
My dog, Diana, usually wakes me up. She’s so jet-lagged right now because she’s been traveling with me. I can hear her nails on the floor as she walks around the room—I’m a very light sleeper. Nick [Jonas, her husband] isn’t like that at all. He doesn’t wake up. It’s really annoying! So I have to spend some time giving Diana attention, and then we both go back to sleep for a few more hours. I love to sleep.
The first thing I do in the morning is put on music. My life has always been pretty musical, and now with Nick it’s completely musical. I decided to date him after seeing the video for “Close,” where his shirt comes off. So that song is my favorite. But I don’t like playing music on my phone; I have to have a JBL speaker to really hear it. I’ll blast Top 40 radio while I’m getting ready. 8:00 a.m. I’m more spiritual than religious, but I am Hindu, so I have a little shrine with incense that I carry wherever I go. When I first moved to Mumbai at 17, I lived with my best friend. She always did a morning prayer. I was like, “Oh, my mom does this,” and you never want to emulate your parents, right? But she made me realize that this is a great way to start the day with some positivity. I say a few Hindu mantras, which are basically just saying “thank you” to the world. It’s a way to reflect and be grateful.
I’m not a big makeup person when I’m not working—just mascara, tinted lip balm, and a little bit of a cheek situation. I like Marc Jacobs mascara because it’s black as hell—it really shows up. As for hair, ha! I can’t do hair. I either have it done by a professional or it’s in a topknot.
We have a Nespresso machine, so I make espresso. That’s what I call my “first breakfast.” Then, when I’m in New York, my assistant comes by with my “second breakfast,” a Sweetgreen bowl—scrambled eggs, veggies, and farrow. And then … I mean, I should work out. I have every intention to. But every day it’s like, “I’ll do it tomorrow, I’ll do it tomorrow.” And then tomorrow never comes. It’s the Samuel Beckett version of working out.
I need to know what’s happening in the world before I can do anything. I get The New York Times, the New York Post, and The Times of India delivered to the house, and I also read BBC’s Web site.
I like to get work done on my phone, but I hate e-mails. Why do people respond with “Ok” or “Take care,” and not tell you anything useful? I can’t handle it. I have almost three million unread e-mails on my phone. It’s a party trick; I’ll show people my home screen. You can’t even see all the numbers on the little mail icon—there are too many! If people need to reach me, they know to text or call. I also check Instagram but not my own account or messages. It’s more to see what’s happening. I had a Google alert on my name when it first started, but it got to be way too much. Now it’s only if I have a movie coming out or I need to know what’s the chatter. But I don’t Google myself, and I don’t Google Nick. There’s so much information about us—it’s overwhelming.
Because I travel so much, when I’m home I like to work out of my house. That means meetings with my team are usually at my place. My team is rather large, and mostly women, and there are many conflicting opinions, which I encourage! So there’s a lot of discussion about future projects, and there’s a lot of food—always. I’ll have a charcuterie board. I’ll have sandwiches made, but I only eat them if they have Indian pickles on them. This is not a cucumber pickle; it’s like a pickled chili or a pickled mango. When relatives come to visit, they bring me some—homemade! I like them in a cheese sandwich, because to me it’s a mash-up of my worlds, you know? – Source