Rendezvous
15 March 04 : 03.37 AM
I saw a beautiful girl yesterday night.
She was smoking outside Cineleisure with Ash, while it rained so heavily that I had to share an umbrella with Junk. While I talked to Ash, I was looking at her instead, trying to see why I found her so beautiful. Was it her eyes, so clear with dark irises? Or her thin lips that looked so kissable? Or her skin that looked so much like porcelain that I imagined it would chill my fingers if I touched it. For a moment, I wish she loved me, and I'm not even a lesbian.
Before that I was sitting at a table full of grown-ups from the modelling industry, and listening to their conversation; how eloquette and articulate they spoke. Their demeanor, their speech, somehow had an belittling effect on me. They were Junk's friends, from being a model.
There has to be a connection somewhere.
Dad came to pick me up. I didn't want to pay for aftermidnight charges. When I asked him if he'd want to pick me up, he wrote back "What time, darling?" and I felt so so so happy. It makes me want to do him proud.
Thought for the day past few days:
Learn to be assertive.