#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 25

She blogs, I blog.

I just skimmed through the various posts of my dear friend Melissa. Can I just take a second to comment on how awesome this girl is? She’s made this health plan to work out and loose a few stray pounds; but her goal isn’t to lose weight, it’s to feel good about herself and be a better healthy version of herself. The world needs more Melissa’s—seriously. Now of course, I haven’t skinned her blog in forever so I went back a few posts and she did a lot of venting.

 It makes me want to vent via blog. And so this is a bitch post—buckle up!

So let me start off with the usual drag story of boys. Boys are yucky. Boys are gross. They make me want to wash my hands at every sink I happen to come across. Tell me, why am I attracted to these….creatures? Ugh.  So every time I come home from London, I’ve been hanging out with a friend of my Ex’s.  Before the question pops into your mind; no my ex isn’t aware that we’re hanging out together, nor do I care if he’s aware or not.  To be completely honest (here I go admitting secrets to the internet) it was my friendship with this guy that had a strong factor in my breaking up with my ex. He’s good looking. Like way above average in my books for Cambridge kids. And he listens to what I’ve got to say AND responds. Strange? You bet. And every time I come down I find myself wondering if he’s free and wants to hang out (we live literally three seconds away from each other). I always have such a great time with him, and we’re always laughing and having an actual-not forced conversation. I never have natural flowing conversations with boys that I have nothing in common with. He teaches taekwondo and is literally the polar opposite of me. It’s weird. I kind of do have a thing for him (I defiantly just cringed in my chair a little bit there) but I would never in a million years try that theory out. We live in two different cities, and I have difficulty maintaining relationships with my friends let alone a..ugh…significant friend. It would just be all sorts of awful. Now usually, that’s the end of that. But, its not. At Fanshawe, there is a kid who my roommates want me to date. It’s a guy from their program; he’s a few years older than me and very cute. But, we have nothing in common, and trying to have a flowing conversation without joking around every few seconds is like pulling teeth. He’s always physically hurt, which is weird. He’s currently going through his second or third process of implanting false teeth. And he’s had an obscene amount of stitches. There’s just always something physically wrong with the kid. Um, can you calm down and not get so drunk that you need to be hospitalized for a minute? I could work with that, I really could. The thought of having a significant man-friend is so appealing which is really the only reason why I’m sticking around to see if it goes anywhere. It’s awful, I know but I do think about him from time to time. Ugh, I wish I could just not care about any of this kind of stuff just like the beginning of school, where being single or taken was not even a thought that would cross my mind. Well that’s my little run-on-sentence on boys.

Now, my grades. I suck at school, I really do. I can’t study and I really am not concerned with missing an assignment. But I should be, because these assignments are worth so much! Ah I was I was normal, and you know, gave a fuck about what I was doing. Take now for instance. I should be studying for the two midterms I have coming up. Instead I’m blogging about how I’m going to fail because I’m not studying. I really should be more concerned but I can really think about right now is the fact that I’m tired and kind of hungry. Really hungry actually. God I want food, food fixes everything.

Tacos would be great.

#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.