#POST 27

I thought I would share my favourites from Tumblr. These are the ones that I have saved from the website and  are now slide showing accross my laptop.I have no idea where they actually came from...

#POST 26

FASHION | THE PLAID AND THE FALL

Can I just take a minute to say, 'Why HELLO plaid, you just seem to fit in with everyone!' 
Well I think that a great jacket, jeans and the versatile plaid shirt can be a great asset in any situation. And plaid in the fall? Ugh, there isn't enough words in this world to describe how much I love this combination.

This is Mike, in a plaid shirt, a gorgeous fall jacket and some ripped jeans.

If you don't think that fall is not one of the most beautiful seasons, you need to leave my blog right now. Fall is so beautiful and has such a warm welcoming feeling to the season. Also, fall fashion was always my favourite.

If you noticed, yes this is legit--Mike here is wearing bedroom slippers. 

It’s an interesting trend I've been noticing at the college. Pretty much everyone wears their slippers as if they were actual shoes. I was very ‘um…what the hell?’ at first, but after you get used to the idea its not actually all that weird. I mean if you live in residence, would you really need shoes? Some kids show up to class in their pyjamas, and we’ve come to accept that; to be honest I rather someone show up to my class in bedroom slippers verses their pj’s.

Anyways, back to this picture. This was taken right outside of the college doors. It was a wonderful day to take pictures so I thought I would take advantage of it.


 I don’t know if you can see it, but Mike here is also wearing a ‘I Love Boobies’ rubber band bracelet.

The bracelet is part of the ‘Keep a Brest’ campaign by LoserKids clothing.
The bracelet is part of the ‘Keep a Brest’ campaign by LoserKids clothing. The bracelets really go with everything and anything, I even have one. They come in a ton of different colours and are great for everyday wear. It’s very gender friendly and for a good cause, why not? If you want to buy one of these baby's go HERE! You can also get them at your local mall at most Boat House clothing stores if you live here in the wonderful province of Ontario.

Now I don't remember if I had talked about it here, but we did this little shoot on the Fanshawe campus. There is a lot of open space and trees at Fanshawe. It was a lovely surprise to discover these landscapes for future photo seshes. I mean, he looks like he's in the country out in the middle of nowhere! Fanshawe for the win! 

Follow Mike on twitter! @michaelkalpakis 

#POST 24

I haven’t blogged in a while. I guess I should start up again! So I’ve spent about a month in college now and trust me, when they say college changes you, they meant it. I feel…more like a slut really! Not in the way I dress, but in the way I’ve been acting. Ah well, if there ever was an appropriate time to slut up it would be now. I’m pretty sure I’d just got a high five from my favourite How I Met Your Mother character Barney for that comment.
 Although, since starting college I’ve seen an obscene amount of boys peeing, none of them unknown (unfortunately) to me and trust me I wasn’t trying to take a look! Fanshawe is pretty awesome, mainly because of this amazing find though:

Yeah, that shit is real Potter Heads, the Deathly Hallows will follow you erry’ where! The inner nerd in me completely flipped out upon this discovery in one of the cafes in the school. Let me tell you I was so stoked and my poor friend Dave was just so confused. Oh well, I know some people who would find that incredible, like Biltmony Maxamillion. (She did find it amazing for the record.)

My program is amazing! It’s so close knit. We went camping for a full week up in Musokoa in the first few weeks of September. It was amazing! Now let me tell you, being brown town, I don’t get out of the house a lot. I absolutely loved this kind of ‘camping’. I would have been so stoked to go to a place like Pinecrest, or similar to it. I made some really great friendships there that I won’t probably ever forget. Our group made these ‘burn bracelets’. The group leaders (2 years in my program) bought a giant rope, cut them long enough to wrap around our wrists and then fused them together with a lighter. Yes, you’re thought process is correct; they were lit on fire, while on our wrists, after they cooled off though they looked really cool.

The point is that they wouldn’t come off and that us as a group would always be connected by these bracelets. Of course being the small thing I am, I slipped mine off to shower and what not.

 It really changed some people too. The last night, there was this talent show and the shyest kid in the whole program came up along with Nate, (a kid in my class who is unaware of how socially awkward he is, but we all love him anyways) and they rapped up a storm in front of our entire camping family! It was incredible! The rap was god awful but the fact that he came up to do it, and the reinforcement from Nate was just heart-warming. When they were done, we cheered like the Beatles were on stage for him. He came back on stage a few seconds after and said, ‘We should all just have one big hug.’ Something you gotta know about Rec and Leisure kids, when you say group hug, we mean group hug. All 150ish of us ran up to hug this kid. It was so inspiring and amazing just to witness and be a part of that!

So far, I’m loving the college life! Maybe I’ll do a fashion post or a food post next time! I’m stoked regardless.

#POST 22

This is a sleep deprived post written because I am awake and tonight is worth writing about. First off my night started with my friend’s 20th birthday party. That was really boring and I do not feel bad saying that I was glad to leave. The plus side to the borefest was that I did not arrive there until 11:30 PM and this is where my night begins.

My friend Kolacz and I left to head up to the local Timmys at 2 AM. We decided that we would grab some grub and then climb Clemens Mill, our old elementary school. On our way to Timmy’s we stop across the street of another one of our friends, Mike. Out of tipsy-ness and the sense of adventure, we call him up and in about five minutes he to is on our way with us to Timmy’s. Kolacz and I thought it was so funny to call Mike up, and then we thought ‘Fuck Yeah Mike!’ for leaving his house at 2:30 AM to do some adventuring. We all make our way to Timmy’s and Kolacz parts ways with us for a few minutes to grab some cash so I could buy him some smokes. Being the only legal one out of the three of us he was really thankful that I had bought him them.

After our food stop we headed off to the school. It’s about 20 after 3 AM at this time. On the way we discover that Mike has a fear of heights, but like a champ he was willing to overcome his fear. Kolacz helps Mike and I get up on the first story and the view is just amazing. The trees look like a plastic model and the houses look as if they were carved carefully out of clay. When Kolacz gets himself on the first level, he leads us to the ladder of where the second story entrance was. I climbed up the cold ladder and discovered that the view form the first landing was absolutely nothing compared to what my eyes were taking in. It was quiet and peaceful, with just the sounds of the covered ceiling fans and the wind blowing around you. The entire city of Cambridge looked like, as Kolacz put it, a carefully crafted doll town. The houses looked perfect, the trees looked like small toys and the roads all disappeared with their bends and turns around corners. You could see for miles.

The time was now 4 AM. The beauty of the city completely consumes your mind, and then I looked up. The sky was wonderful. The clouds wrapped around the atmosphere like loose cotton fluff and moved at a painfully slow rate round the earth. The three of us laid on our backs and looked up at the sky, completely mesmerized by scattered stars and dream like clouds. There were no trees, or buildings obstructing our view of the limitless night sky before us. It was one of the most amazing experiences I’d ever had in my life.

I would also like to note that I did all of this in 3 inch heels. I feel very accomplished. I like to think that I was the first one ever to be on top of that school with heels that high. I got home at 10 to 5.

Now I am listening to Discovery by Daft Punk and finishing up this post. It was too amazing not to blog about.

#POST 21

So I haven't done a post in a while. So here is a random post of pictures of my self in a bright pink sparky shirt (that I've cut up and sewn) and some intense blue and black eye makeup.

See? On Stalker book, I have named it 'Blue on Black--The Bombshell's Back'

 I'm not gonna lie though, I love acting as if I can model and being gangster all at the same time. Actually that was a lie, I just have no clue how to pose for a camera. Thus why my next post will have a model. A white girl named Beth. I'm pretty excited for her to be joining my blog as just that because, well look at that. -->
I'm more than confident that it speaks for it's self.

See that ring? See that blurb? --

If you've noticed, I'm wearing a double ring. Let me give you a pointless background story on this here ring. My good friend Melissa bought it for me for my birthday. She took me out to the mall to pick them out for my self because she didn't know my ring size and because she wasn't sure what I would like. (Although I do have this knack for turning random stuff into fashionably wearing) Anyways, weeks passed and BAM it was my birthday, but she forgot the gift. No big deal, so she'd just get them to me another time. A good month or two passes and by now I've forgotten completely about the gift all together. So when she finally gives them to me I am in shock and awe on how much I love the rings before she pointed out that I had picked them. True story. Wanna hear another one? I just wasted a good two minutes of your life right there. You're welcome.

However, on a separate note, I've been fiddling around more and more with photoshop. I'm very slowly getting the hang of it. This means that my future posts of my own bad photography will be coved up by my lame photoshop skills.

AFTER

BEFORE

TILL NEXT POST BITCHES!

Actually no. I don't talk like this. But the picture deemed that quote appropriate...

#POST 17 Writing Pac

I wish I could finish at least one short story. It would honestly be a great achievement this year if I commit to anything at all. Even the new tumblr blog I made is slowly, yet surely being abandoned. I opened up this word document today to find this lovely quirky little story in the file, instead of a lost blog. Now because it is almost three thirty in the morning and I have no idea how to use the jump break on blogger I am linking my little story to my twitter via some application. You can read it Here.

Now I know, I should probably not be posting anything that has no point, no plot and no intention of an actual ending, but I am going to try and change that. I am going to try and post at least once a week. I need to find my writing groove back. I want to want to write, have it become a need as valuable as food. I think I’m going to start people watching and creating little plots of their lives and try to transfer them to text. I feel like Harriet the Spy now, but in any case writing makes a writer their name. I’ve never really fit into a steryo type, but I am willing to try and label my self as a legitimate creative writer. I just need to keep repeating this in my head, “Writers Write.”

I have a goal set in place. Once a month, I am going to post a story, poem or lyrical writing to my other blog (also collecting electronic dust as I type) The Online Storage Closet. Rather appropriate name, don’t you think? I always direct people to the blog when they ask me, “Can I read other things you’ve written?” But quite frankly, the last time I wrote anything and posted on that blog was probably two years ago. I need to start building my own library of written work, something to  show so that I can prove to my self that I am a writer, I do have talent and I can commit to something.

I hope I don’t bail on this one.