New York, you make my heart race.
ran away in her sleep, and dreamed of paradise
chrisnortonriley asked: i cannot figure out how to sendback a message without getting an error haha. but yeah im going to copenhagen from august to may! where do you go to school currently?
Oh that’s so exciting, congratulations! Currently I’m wrapping up my third year at the University of Houston. We’re susubmitting a portfolio in June for a gate review that will decide if we’re allowed to advance in the program. I would love to see your work!
some final renderings of my final project.
Gowanus Canal Bath House in Brooklyn, NY
sexy sexy
(via teenvogue)
Glen Small (founding SciArc faculty member) lectured in the Bldg. 7 atrium this afternoon.
ranting
i hate boys. i hate girls. i hate AA. i hate school. i hate architecture. i’m mad at truitt, or he’s mad at me. i just fucking hate everything right now. excuse me. i’ll change my mind about half of these things later, at this singular moment in time, i despise everything that keeps shoving me down to the ground with its feet stepping over my head while it laughs, mocking my state of nothingness. fuck all of it. i want to go back to you New York. i want to ride the 6 at 4 am from KTown to 77th st. i want vendors on the street selling me roasted almonds and hot dogs after 8 pm. i want to borrow a book from the public library just like in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. go over to Brooklyn and hear how quiet it is, though Manhattan isn’t far away. Walk through Central Park and see the sunbathers, rollerskates, children and kites. the great steps of the Met, busy and magestic. beautiful with its Spanish exhibition, a castle extracted from time itself, rebuilt for spectators and art goers everywhere to see. i want badly to be there, and away from here. these people, they make me unhappy. they make me cringe. i don’t need you to go with me. i want to go on my own. i’ll live their for a few years and i won’t talk to you. you’ll find someone else, someone who isn’t crazy, someone who won’t run away from you. and by then it’ll be too late. i’ll have my career and you’ll have her. how does that sound. it that what you want, because that’s where we’re headed baby. the first chance i get to escape from this place, trust me i’ll take it.
start of summer
the air outside is starting to feel thick with summer heat. i’ve been waking up in the afternoons in a stuffy room, on a bed with heaps of laundry.
I get up and stumble over shoes and some more laundry. Dirty or clean, I do not know. pull on those high waisted easy jeans and truffle crop top. brush my teeth, i really don’t know what to do with my hair. i don’t feel like wearing makeup today.
i thought the hardest part was school, but it turns out the hardest part is working. working where you know you don’t belong. working, when you don’t care about going to the beach or traveling, you just want to be where you’re supposed to be. this place for me is at a desk, drawing out plans and other 2d things, rendering crudely on sketchup vray and fixing it all on photoshop, because i don’t know how to use Rhino just yet. i should be making schematic and final models for clients who want to see their building in miniature form. i should be running coffee for the senior architects and putting away samples in the firm’s material library. that’s really all i want at this point. i thought i was good enough, because i do this in school anyway, all the aforementioned are things i already do in studio. I even go to sites, take pictures, conduct a site analysis, study the topography, climate, the culture.
i don’t get it. is it really because i’m a woman?
you know what sucks. instead of brooding and bitching about how much of a dick the boyfriend is being, i have to finish my drawings.
i hate architecture today. or actually everyday.
