...your roommates say "good morning," and you reply "good night."
...'Red Bull' is you favorite drink.
...you ask Santa Clause for architecture supplies
...you have 3 or more cups of double shot coffee espressos in one night
...you hear the same song on the radio 3 or more times in one night.
...you're in a 6-unit class and it is still not enough.
...you spend more time in studio than in your own bed.
...you spend more time in studio than with your wife.
...your parents are complaining that you're not having enough fun.
...you only leave studio to buy supplies.
...you haven't taken a shower in a week.
...you see showering as a waste of time.
...your parents have more of a social life than you.
...your 11-year-old sister has more of a social life than you.
...you know all the 24-hour food places in the area.
...your friends get more sleep in one night than you do in one week.
...you consider 3AM an early night.
...you say "It's only midnight- I have plenty of time to finish."
...you confuse sunrise with sunset.
...you ask what time it is, then ask "AM or PM?"
...you strangle your roommate because he said he stayed up late studying.
...your Friday night is 38 hours long.
...you understand why architects have glasses and white hair.
...you can listen to all your CD's in one night.
...the 'Shop Cafe' closes when you arrive, and reopens before you leave studio.
...you have to wait for breakfast shops to open.
...you wake up to go to school and you're already there.
...you start wearing all black.
...you have no life, and admit it.
..."going out to eat" is at the 'Shop Cafe'.
...you have memorized every radio commercial that airs after 10PM.
...you confuse today and tomorrow.
...you hear "Didn't you wear that yesterday?' followed by "and the day before that?"
...you count the number of days (not hours) you've been awake.
...you think days are 48 hours long.
...you go to the store to buy a six-pack of 'Red Bull'.
..."Homecoming" happens once a week.
...you start using words your instructor uses.
...doing models all night long excites you.
...the alarm clock tells you when to go to sleep.
...you're not ashamed of drooling in class anymore, especially in the Structures lecture. ...you know what super glue and Fevicol taste like. (And you can differentiate between types of adhesives based on their taste.) ...you CELEBRATE space and OBSERVE your birthday.
...coffee and coke are tools, not treats.
...your relatives see you more as a struggling artist than as someone who designs buildings. ...you think it's possible to CREATE space.
...you fight with inanimate objects.
...when someone casually asks you to design their house someday, you take it seriously and keep bugging them about it.
...your brother or sister thinks he or she is an only child.
...you've listened to all your CDs in less than 48 hours.
...you're not seen in public.
...you lose your house keys for a week and you don't even notice.
...you've brushed your teeth and washed your hair in the school's washroom.
...you've discovered the benefits of having none or very short hair. You've started to appreciate inheriting baldness.
...you always carry your deodorant.
...you've become excellent at recycling materials when making models.
...your writing skills are pathetic and your handwriting is worse than a doctor's prescription but your sketching skills are excellant.
...you've danced with excellent choreography at 3 am and without a single drop of alcohol in your body.
...you take notes and messages with a radiograph and color markers.
...you combine breakfast, lunch and dinner into one single meal. In fact, you consider Ramadan the most convenient month of the year.
...you see holidays only as extra sleeping time.
...you've got more photographs of buildings than of actual people.
...you've taken your boyfriend (girlfriend) on a date to a construction site.
...you've realized that French curves are not that exciting.
...you can live without human contact, food or daylight, but if you can't print, it’s chaos.
...when you’re being shown pictures of a trip, you ask what the human scale is.
...you can use Photoshop or Corel Draw and make a web page, but you don't know how to use Excel.
...you refer to great architects (dead or alive) by their first name, as if you knew them. (Frank, Corbu, Mies, Norman...)
...your non-architect friends don't get excited when you talk about minimalism anymore.
...sometimes you don't know what the date is because you haven't slept in so long that the days seem to merge together.
...you refer to engineers as a lower life form.
...you refer to tearing up an A0 size sheet into tiny pieces as scaling down to manageable size.
...you've used butter sheets, handmade paper, gateway sheets and/ or scotch tape to gift-wrap birthday presents. Your architecture friends do the same and your non-architecture friends marvel at your innovativeness.
...you've started using blue color pencil for everything, from taking notes to holding up your hair in a knot.
...your fingers feel itchy when you don't have a pencil on your person.
...when you do have a pencil, you start sketching on any available surface.
...when you get excited, swoon and point at something in a public place, it is often not a member of the opposite sex but a new type of suspended false ceiling or wall dado.
...you have made a graphical logo of your name.
...you know all of these are true, no exaggerations.
1. all night long, all night strong. 2. we are damn good with our hands. 3. if we can commit to chipboard, relationships should be easy. 4. you should see the things we errect. 5. use to doing things over and over again. 6. finishing early never happenes. 7. we know the true meaning of interpretation 8. creative positioning. 9. work well in groups 10. entry and passage are always exciting.
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