[private] Summer heat.
Well, my summer’s been pretty lame. Actually, my report was too. Not as bad as Daisuke’s but the teachers agreed with ‘kaasan that it could have been a whole of a lot better. So consequentially, she decided that I’m not going to camp this summer. No France, no coast, no nothing that would come off of her buget. And more or less (I was looking forward to see Cathy >_>; ) I like it this way. So what I have been doing with my free time was slacking off with my feet in Daisuke’s lap to keep him form jumping up from the sofa and hitting his head on the ceiling during the World Cup. He’s been going fro and pro about it till I felt my ears would take pity on me and bleed out. He’s been very annoying the whole month before, during and he still sometimes bursts out over the Italian ‘lucky win’, even tho I made him promise to put a sock in it.
But if that was to be my only pass time, I would consider calling this summer grand. Problem is that ‘kaasan ditched Mr. Saijonji. Which is, in my humble opinion, a good thing in itself, she was never really happy with him (not that I know all the details), but thing is, she’s in her ‘workaholic’ mood now. Therefore, me spending time just ‘hanging around’ with Daisuke, did not sound as a good summer plan to her, oh no. She made sure I get a summer job. Not that I have anything against working during summer, it’s too hot to do anything else than stale anyway, BUT~ … it could have been something normal. Something like working in a supermarket. Dealing flyers at the mall. Anything except this, really. >_<;
She has this friend that made business suits for the guys in the office but actually finished a designer school and was working there just to gather the money to run her own model/fashion business. Mom said she was complaining how Japanese models are not tall enough to compete on the global level and how she needed guys tall approximately 5’10’’. And what did mom do? Volunteer me, of course. u_u;
I have bad experience with cameras. A year ago Niichan’s guitarist took a picture of me in the locker room and multiplied it across the school just to get back at him. I think that was about the most humiliating day of my life. So I sworn nobody would know I’m modeling. I mean… all odds against, how girly does that sound? I don’t really have anything against the way my body looks, but I’m not really comftable with parading it around and playing dress-up. I know I should take this as a mere job, one that you just have to stand there and look pretty, but… It’s just not me, is all. ‘kaasan, of course won’t hear any of it.
I told Daisuke only because he wanted to know why was our schedule cut down to 30%. And he reacted just like I feared he would. He wanted to know if I’d do nude. NO. WOULD BLOODY NEVER. >_> for one, I’m underage. For two, I’d just about die if anybody I knew saw those pictures. I’m uneasy as it is, even when I’m dressed in the pictures. Although the uneasy part is also due to Hiroshi Ikemi, a guy I happened to best at getting the job. The job that I didn’t really want. So he’s going on and about on it and when I told him to go threaten the manager if he’s not happy with her decision, not me, he actually trashed my bike. Cut tires and broke the back-brake and light. But because this happened while I was in the studio, the company took care of the repairs, so basically I didn’t really fret about it all that much. I didn’t need to, Daisuke did that in my place. u_u;;;
The problem with Daisuke is, that no matter how many times I tell him it’s fine, that there’s no need to cause an uproar, he doesn’t listen. It’s like talking to a wall sometimes, but that’s how it’s always been, I suppose. Sometimes it’s a good thing, I give him that, but well… yesterday we were downtown because Jun sent us to buy groceries and Ikemi walks up to me out of nowhere, starting of with his usual threats that generally make me wonder what had crawled up into his mouth and died, for all the curses and names he beads in. I normally treat him with contempt, let him have his say to lay the steam off, and carry on to whatever I’m up to, but Daisuke… he’s a whole new story. He just about grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him against the light-stand hard, threatening to dislocate his jaw if he moved it to badmouth me again. Which, of course, in the middle of Odaiba, summertime, meant making a free street show for all the thousand tourists that happened to pass by at the time being. So I yanked him off Ikemi and worked on getting us the hell out of there.
He’s overprotective. I’m glad we’re an item, I never said I’m not, but… sometimes I wish he’d go back to exploding at my teases and launching himself at me for a fight. Or just launching himself at me -period. It’s all been really easy back there. I never really have been in a relationship before and now that I look at what we’ve done to maintain it, it’s a wonder it’s still on track and running…
Well, I sometimes hate the way I am too. I used to dream about this summer when I was younger, dream about Niichan, being of age and all, taking us all somewhere, maybe Digiworld, and just relax at the beach. I sometimes wonder what’s he doing and when will he come back. But that’s just half the time. The half that’s left, is all about Daisuke. I sometimes believe people would think less, a LOT less of me if they could read my mind. The hotter the weather gets, the hotter the~
Right. Daisuke is staying over tonight. Better stop typing.
But if that was to be my only pass time, I would consider calling this summer grand. Problem is that ‘kaasan ditched Mr. Saijonji. Which is, in my humble opinion, a good thing in itself, she was never really happy with him (not that I know all the details), but thing is, she’s in her ‘workaholic’ mood now. Therefore, me spending time just ‘hanging around’ with Daisuke, did not sound as a good summer plan to her, oh no. She made sure I get a summer job. Not that I have anything against working during summer, it’s too hot to do anything else than stale anyway, BUT~ … it could have been something normal. Something like working in a supermarket. Dealing flyers at the mall. Anything except this, really. >_<;
She has this friend that made business suits for the guys in the office but actually finished a designer school and was working there just to gather the money to run her own model/fashion business. Mom said she was complaining how Japanese models are not tall enough to compete on the global level and how she needed guys tall approximately 5’10’’. And what did mom do? Volunteer me, of course. u_u;
I have bad experience with cameras. A year ago Niichan’s guitarist took a picture of me in the locker room and multiplied it across the school just to get back at him. I think that was about the most humiliating day of my life. So I sworn nobody would know I’m modeling. I mean… all odds against, how girly does that sound? I don’t really have anything against the way my body looks, but I’m not really comftable with parading it around and playing dress-up. I know I should take this as a mere job, one that you just have to stand there and look pretty, but… It’s just not me, is all. ‘kaasan, of course won’t hear any of it.
I told Daisuke only because he wanted to know why was our schedule cut down to 30%. And he reacted just like I feared he would. He wanted to know if I’d do nude. NO. WOULD BLOODY NEVER. >_> for one, I’m underage. For two, I’d just about die if anybody I knew saw those pictures. I’m uneasy as it is, even when I’m dressed in the pictures. Although the uneasy part is also due to Hiroshi Ikemi, a guy I happened to best at getting the job. The job that I didn’t really want. So he’s going on and about on it and when I told him to go threaten the manager if he’s not happy with her decision, not me, he actually trashed my bike. Cut tires and broke the back-brake and light. But because this happened while I was in the studio, the company took care of the repairs, so basically I didn’t really fret about it all that much. I didn’t need to, Daisuke did that in my place. u_u;;;
The problem with Daisuke is, that no matter how many times I tell him it’s fine, that there’s no need to cause an uproar, he doesn’t listen. It’s like talking to a wall sometimes, but that’s how it’s always been, I suppose. Sometimes it’s a good thing, I give him that, but well… yesterday we were downtown because Jun sent us to buy groceries and Ikemi walks up to me out of nowhere, starting of with his usual threats that generally make me wonder what had crawled up into his mouth and died, for all the curses and names he beads in. I normally treat him with contempt, let him have his say to lay the steam off, and carry on to whatever I’m up to, but Daisuke… he’s a whole new story. He just about grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him against the light-stand hard, threatening to dislocate his jaw if he moved it to badmouth me again. Which, of course, in the middle of Odaiba, summertime, meant making a free street show for all the thousand tourists that happened to pass by at the time being. So I yanked him off Ikemi and worked on getting us the hell out of there.
He’s overprotective. I’m glad we’re an item, I never said I’m not, but… sometimes I wish he’d go back to exploding at my teases and launching himself at me for a fight. Or just launching himself at me -period. It’s all been really easy back there. I never really have been in a relationship before and now that I look at what we’ve done to maintain it, it’s a wonder it’s still on track and running…
Well, I sometimes hate the way I am too. I used to dream about this summer when I was younger, dream about Niichan, being of age and all, taking us all somewhere, maybe Digiworld, and just relax at the beach. I sometimes wonder what’s he doing and when will he come back. But that’s just half the time. The half that’s left, is all about Daisuke. I sometimes believe people would think less, a LOT less of me if they could read my mind. The hotter the weather gets, the hotter the~
Right. Daisuke is staying over tonight. Better stop typing.