Life Of A Boy

I start the Fashion Institute of Design & Merchandising in less than a month. I'm so fucking giddy it's ridiculous. I have been lacking the use of my creative mind for quite some time now, and I can't fucking wait to get started.

On another note, I feel as if I have been wasting away the past few weeks. Other than spending time with two close friends from high school, reading, and working, I've hardly done anything. So, today I've decided that it's time to kick my ass into gear and get working. I need to adjust my focus and commit to what is truly important. So I've decided on a few things. I'm going to make an effort to pay more attention to fashion news and events, exercise at least an hour a day, read more, and the biggest thing for me as of right now: eliminate all procrastination that exists in my thought process. Once I enter FIDM, procrastination will not be an option. I want to achieve honor, fame, and everything else that could possibly extend my career onto something bigger and greater.

Anyways, since I have been hanging out with friends, I have done a couple enjoyable things. I went to Barnes & Noble and picked up a few new books. The one I am currently reading is called Bight Shiny Morning by James Frey. After reading his novel A Million Little Pieces I decided to read another one of his books. So far his writing doesn't disappoint. A couple days later I went to Ikea, (which by the way I could spend hours on end in that store) and bought a reading lamp. I've decided I need many more things from Ikea. Other than that, I think our favorite pass time is to sit around the fire pit in my backyard, and listen to everyone's stories.



Hmph, something I forgot to mention that I have been doing recently. Tumblr. I stopped using Tumblr for about a year, and then I got my iPhone and realized there was an app for it, and now I have been infatuated with reading/looking/posting/reblogging. I forgot how much I enjoyed looking at photography. Which brings me back to the efforts I have set for myself. Another one will be taking pictures more often. Preferably film, seeing as I love film photography. That picture above this paragraph is in fact something I pulled off Tumblr. My favorite part about Tumblr is all the fashion posts though.

Which brings me to a different topic. This Saturday I am excited to say that I am going to the Obey Warehouse Sale with my friend Connie. This will be our third time going. Although waiting in line is a pain in the ass, it's so nice going home and opening that trash bag full of brand new clothing I just bought for a huge discount. I will try to remember to take pictures while I'm there as well as the stuff I bought to share the next time I blog. As for now, it is my time to say farewell so I can get back to either watching The Devil Wears Prada, or reading Bright Shiny Morning.

Tata for now,
Michaelxx

Streetwalker In Cloves

I'm not new to this. Blogging I mean. I have tried to blog several times, and each and every damn time I have failed at being fluid and an avid blogger. I hope, that this time, something different will occur. I can't promise anything. I'm really horrible at introductions, so I am not going to sound formal. I don't think it helps that I am possibly uninteresting. I figured I should havethe right to share my opinion just like anyone else though.

The worst part of this fucking blog. My introduction.
I promise.
Fuck.

My parents call me Michael, my friends call me Michael. I'm nineteen, I just finished my first year of higher education at a community college, and am awaiting my transfer into private education, where I will be majoring in Fashion Design starting the beginning of next month. If that's not a big enough indicator, I am immensely intrigued by fashion, and everything it encompasses. Other than fashion, I take pride in my taste of music, as well as my vast interest in art. I love photography, although I despise being the subject of a photograph. Therefore you will rarely ever see a picture of me. My wardrobe is almost entirely black. I suffer from Bi-Polar disorder, as well as OCD and severe anxiety disorders. In other words, I'm quite dull.



Anyway. That picture up there. That's one of the first photographs I ever took with a film camera about three years ago. But the photo isn't what I had intended to talk about. Instead I wanted to talk about the subject and the memory this brings about. The subject is a few old acquaintances from high school, and it takes place in the living room of my friend's house during a Halloween party. Regardless, once again I end up off topic. I want to discuss the past and the idea of change in life. In a mere three years, I have gone from an ignorant child and have ended up as what I hope to be a mature (in the process of becoming) adult. I have no desire to be who I used to be three years ago. I guess you could say I am somewhat proud to be who I am today. I have managed to control my imperfections, as well as try to better myself. Although, my largest dilemma is life itself. In a sum, that is the greatest of my worries. Life is unpredictable, and most definitely ruthless. Which for me causes some great problems. I have always admired the idea of control. I have always wanted the power to control. But there is one thing I have come to realize, and that is that I can focus on controlling and damn thing I please. No matter what, I will never be able to control life. So I have come to the conclusion that I am sure many have before me. Life is uncontrollable, and there for, I need to reroute my focus. No longer concerned with control. For now on I will live as I very well please. But at the end of the day, all I want is to be fucking successful. I want to be able to call my mind at the end of the day, and be able to reflect upon who I am and be thankful for what I have created. So although I cannot control life, I have every reason to create my own. And therefore that is what I will strive to do.

What a fuckery. Excuse the scattered thoughts. My brain is damn near its end, as it is time for me to lay my head.