Last night, Sam called to invite me to a Calvin Klein fashion show. I didn't realize it was a lingerie fashion show until I spoke to Jodi earlier this afternoon (technically, yesterday). I just got back and my feet are killing me. It was located at an upscale lounge, and tables were limited to paying drinkers, so we stood most of our time there. I only had one drink, which kept my cheeks rosy all evening.
The show was suppose to start at 11pm, but we ended up waiting until 12pm, and by then, the lot of us were getting seriously restless. I was feeling sleepy, since I had school that morning. In the end, the underwear models came out, and Julia was happy. I tried to take as many photos of the guys as possible for her, but most of them walked too quickly (very un-model-like) and my camera was lagging from working overtime.
I got into a fight with my dad, before I left today. It's always about my weight... or not my weight, neccessarily, but about my inactive lifestyle. I always revert to sitting on my ass everyday during the winter, since the weather gets me down. When spring comes along, I'm usually much more active and willing to go to the gym (for some odd reason). My dad freaked out on me 'cause he noticed I've been gaining a lot of wait. Then I freaked out on him, because... he said a lot of hurtful things. It really pissed me off, and I had a good cry about it in my room. I don't like things being said about my weight, and hearing it from my own dad hurt me the most. I know he's not good with words and that he's bad at expressing himself, but I'm also inclined to think that some of those words were meant to hurt me, and hurt me they did. Right now, we're not talking.
Maisa called this morning before I went to school, and we had a long conversation again in the afternoon when I got back. She's coming back April 14th, 4 days before the CN Tower climb. :) Soon enough. She said she's sick of Israel, and wants to come back to Canada.
I'm exhausted right now. I don't know why I always go on the computer before bed, despite being extremely sleepy. It's like a ritual or something.
The show was suppose to start at 11pm, but we ended up waiting until 12pm, and by then, the lot of us were getting seriously restless. I was feeling sleepy, since I had school that morning. In the end, the underwear models came out, and Julia was happy. I tried to take as many photos of the guys as possible for her, but most of them walked too quickly (very un-model-like) and my camera was lagging from working overtime.
I got into a fight with my dad, before I left today. It's always about my weight... or not my weight, neccessarily, but about my inactive lifestyle. I always revert to sitting on my ass everyday during the winter, since the weather gets me down. When spring comes along, I'm usually much more active and willing to go to the gym (for some odd reason). My dad freaked out on me 'cause he noticed I've been gaining a lot of wait. Then I freaked out on him, because... he said a lot of hurtful things. It really pissed me off, and I had a good cry about it in my room. I don't like things being said about my weight, and hearing it from my own dad hurt me the most. I know he's not good with words and that he's bad at expressing himself, but I'm also inclined to think that some of those words were meant to hurt me, and hurt me they did. Right now, we're not talking.
Maisa called this morning before I went to school, and we had a long conversation again in the afternoon when I got back. She's coming back April 14th, 4 days before the CN Tower climb. :) Soon enough. She said she's sick of Israel, and wants to come back to Canada.
I'm exhausted right now. I don't know why I always go on the computer before bed, despite being extremely sleepy. It's like a ritual or something.
i'm at: bed
i'm feeling: 
gloomy
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