My Non-Existent Life Outside Studio

SaadM asked if he was properly subscribed to this blog. He is. As a matter of fact, I am the one who has been MIA from the blogging world. What can I do? I was imprisoned in Marvin 115. And this laptop was only being used for Pandora or Google SketchUp the past month. I was slowly being poisoned by a granite sanctuary. Other things gradually taking my life were chipboard, graphite, and cold-press crescent board. I started this blog telling myself I had a life outside studio, but whatever I say doesn't change the truth. I don't have a life outside studio. Truth hurts.

Architecture school is making me dorkier day by day. I have begun to develop a staring problem. I sit and gawk at windows and light fixtures. Whenever we are driving in our car, my brother makes fun of me because I'm ogling the houses. 

I find myself dressed in black from head to toe. Not because architects are notorious for dressing in all black. Just because I don't want black pastel, charcoal, and graphite all over my pretty stuff. I already have a yellow sweater with blobs of black on it.

My Mom got mad at me when I sent her pictures from a recent trip to California. She was upset that there was hardly any pictures of me, but a bazillion pictures of buildings. And a bazillion pictures of the same building. "How many pictures do you need of the same wall?" she screamed. Well, it wasn't just any building. It was the Getty Center. Like a total nerd, the first thing I did when I got to L.A. was to go to the Getty. Forget Hollywood. Forget Disneyland. Forget the beaches. Had to go pay Meier respects first.

The other day, my roommate thought I was out of town - when I wasn't - when I live in the same house as her. I come home Sunday night and this is how the conversation goes:

"You just got back?"

"Yeah."

"You went to Wichita right?"

"Nooo I was in studio."

"ALL WEEKEND?"

Oh dear roommate, how do I explain to you why it takes me all weekend to do what I do? It's a blessing I don't live with my Mom. Had she seen me coming home at 4 in the morning all week, I'm pretty sure I would've been forced to drop out of architecture school by now. It's so hard to explain to her on the phone as it is.

A revolution started in the Middle East, the cricket World Cup started, I missed a bunch of awesome basketball games, Two and a Half Men went off air. But there I was putting a band-aid on my thumb because my X-acto was being mean to me. There I was running purely on caffeine. What would I have done without coffee?

I exaggerate.

Studio's not all that bad, I mean. It is where I've seen the wackiest videos on YouTube and laughed my ass off with Lyssapoo and theMiltonsLover. It is also where we developed the head-bob dance. We also called 911 and were escorted out of our beloved studio by the cops. It is also where the "Cookie?" "Corn Nut?" conversation happened.

I guess I just had to vent about studio. Now that I've vented, I'll blog about more important stuff.