June, what is it now? oh yes June 30.
Today has been life altering, it was filled with competition and definite stress.
I began the day at approximately 5 am...I was in such a state of panic that I wouldn't wake up this morning that I continually checked my alarm every time I thought I had fallen back to sleep. In reality it was a mere five minutes later then the last time I had checked it. 8:10, I take the C subway train to upper west side, 42 street Times Square...I stopped for a quickie a.k.a in my world "Starbucks" ;) it was a fabulous soy Cinnamon Dolce latte until I realize I forgot to use my Starbucks card...well there goes five buckaroos! At 9 sharp Fashion Concepts class commenced...with professor O'Neill or as he prefers "terry?" is a man of many questions...I am going to need some time to figure him out. We learned of fabrics, tailoring, fashion terminology,  and above all the importance of our croquis. These are the drawings and sketches that create the basis for all our designs...the mannequin drawings with clothing on them, for those of you who need a visual. He led us four blocks south of Parsons to a world renowned fabric store (every fabric imaginable...every single one) it is called B&J's, it is where Ralph Lauren and Marc Jacobs (to name a few) get their fabrics when creating their collections. I felt like a kid in a candy store, only this candy was made with a special flavour, one that is only tasted once in a lifetime.  I sincerely could have grabbed every fabric and been happy for years...just sitting with it. Drawing class...god I suck at visual is quite funny actually. It is time to show our homework...ehemm...yep not happening. I sit quietly until "Carly?" i shamefully walk towards him with a worrisome smile...he laughs. I haven't felt this way in long time, I never put myself in a position to feel inferior...I like the challenge, I need the bubble needs some pin pricks to pop it. I need to get out of my comfort zone. A"comfort" zone that consists of drama, fear, drama oh and more drama. I am sitting in my bed just thinking of what my life has planned for me, and I can kind of see the is blurry ahead but all I know is that past the blur and confusion there is a bright and reasurring light. I just know one day my name will be in those lights I see up ahead...."CARLY RICHMAN...STARRING IN..." but who knows right ;)

June 29

June 29, Happy Birthday Daddio...the big 5 dot 0
Today was officially the first day of Parsons Summer Intensive. The day started at eight sharp and ended sincerely twenty minutes past ten c-clock. It was...hectic, overwhelming, exhausting, eye-opening, challenging, stressful, intuitive, and above all inspiring.  I am truly three more blinks away from falling into a deep coma-of -a-sleep. Today seemed as though it never quite finished, but now that is at its end I am glad it was that fast pace of day...because I am falling asleep accomplished not frantic and worried. I bet you are waiting for me to list off one by one the eventful day I had, but sadly it would turn into a grocery list instead of an epic story. Instead I will hightlight but not sugar coat the happenings of june 29/09. I started off the day with orientation on 12 I walked a nice stroll this morning to get there and saw one thing that caught my eye, NO STARBUCKS the whole way...pfft. The orientation for Parsons consisted of "you are a college student, you need to do yoga, blah blah blah, and please see the immigration offices so you can return to US in future endevours." When it was over the Fashionista's in the auditorium had to take the elevator upstairs to get photo ID's...ok picture this 60 girls waiting to get pictures done...ya...GONG FREAKIN SHOW. It was positively wonderful. I finally recieved mine and it was funny because they had taken the picture so closely that all you see on my ID is nose, eyes, and mouth....something to make me laugh when i'm down I figured. After the photoshoot we all had to get uptown, approximately 40 the elvis' left the building and all headed on the subway to Parsons Design Studios. After pushing and shoving my way through the zoo...which New Yorkers call...oh what was it "Times Square" ehemm...yep that is right. We arrived at the studios. Side note, outside of the builind i was admiring a news casters glorious Chritstian Loubutin red sole shoes, when she looks at me and replys "you like." I gaze up to the 5ft11 beauty to realize it is no other then Heidi renowned model. It was a moment for the ages let me tell you. I was starstruck and basically staring at her in astonishment. BUT whatever she is use to it. My fashion design class commenced at was an amazing class and we have a brilliant down to earth teacher, who i believe thinks i have some drawing issues, which i do. By the end of class my finger was cramping and my stomach was aching. I took a cab home due to the fact that the subway was a NO WAY! I came back to my 6ft by 12ft bedroom and passed out on my bed. Woke up one hour later to the soulfull sound of my 1950's style "pay as you go phone" (it was my mother) sheesh...she really can't live without me...can't blame her. We went out for some din din and ate a very delicious plate of pasta. It was from a place called "tello?" something italian i am guessing. Alright my blog readers, i am saying Adieu, goodnight for I need catch some zzzz's to get my creative mind working. and New York....i love you
Today was my official day on residence...and let me tell you, it was stressful. It was a should've-stayed-home-today kinda mornings. But once I arrived on 8th and 20th I automatically sitched gears and felt reassured. The people I have met are phenomenal young men and women. I just can not wait for the people I am about to meet. I am overwhelmed with excitement, and overwhelmed with nerves. I have only discovered a small portion of this journey and have already experienced so much. My room is quaint and a horrible eggshell white but it is mine and that is what makes me love it. The view from my window showcases the many wounders of what makes New York...well New York. I see nothing but glamorous young men painted head to toe in designer duds, with corner store sized businesses packed together so tightly you swear you were looking at sardines in a tin can. But I would have to say the most extravegant sighting I have witnessed is the odd number of gay men inside a "Burrito Bar" yes, these re-fined men seem to truly love their cornbeef, salsa and tortillas! ola? I am trying to fall asleep but it is rather diffiucult being as my sweet lullaby is of ladder 12's sirens and pride parade fireworks. I take it in....nothing else you can do in the city that after all...never sleeps.