Sunday, January 31, 2010

What I don't Spend, I Lose

Something I will miss as hell when I leave:
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Now, not only I just crossed the line between loving my dog and being a freak about it… I reek of wet dog.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Just Going Through a Phase Right Now

For those who don’t know (I only have 2 readers, and both of them know this, but whatever), before studying architecture I was supposed to study marketing. That dream lasted about, three days. Still, it was a major that I chose after a lot of thought, since it does involve certain art tricks and for that, it will always have a space in my heart (ps. cheesy is the new black).

Now I realize that those two majors aren’t exactly different paths, and that takes me to announce that this Barbie is now available in a new (dream) job presentation.

Architectural Marketing. You’re intrigued, aren’t you? Basically I want to leave the hard job of actually designing the house to other people, but I would help them convincing someone else to give them money to do so. And how, you ask... with pretty pictures, of course.

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Can you say fucking beautiful?


(Credit to ArchiCentral and National Geographic for the pictures)

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

So Damn Nice

Today was actually a nice day. I just had two classes, and the professors from both of them gave me props on my projects (you know, I’m the kind of person who likes a “you-go-girl!” once in a while).

Also, my dad bought a new printer and it turns out its wireless… So I can print a document from the second floor! I would still have to walk downstairs to get it, but still, it’s pretty freaking awesome.

I know this has nothing to do with Spain… But there’s no news there, and I wanted to write. I’ll try to keep things moving, so I can update something of substance!

Monday, January 25, 2010

Like Calling the Can the "Little Girls' Room"

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It is a love based of giving and receiving as well as having and sharing. And the love that they give and have is shared and received. And through this having and giving and sharing and receiving, we too can share and love and have... and receive



Saturday, January 23, 2010

A Little on the Young Side

Do you remember that Clarissa’s dad used to be an architect?


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Forget Le Corbusier, Mies van der Rohe, or Zaha fucking Hadid… Marshall Darling, my friends, was pure awesomeness.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Most of Them Would Probably Marry Dopey Guys

My construction technologies’ class is the typical class you can’t pay attention to. You want to, but an ink spot on the ceiling will steal your interest in a heartbeat.

Today I really tried (I always try, I swear), I even asked a few questions about… Uhm… Huh… Oh, yeah! Steal on structures (sorry, it wasn’t as relevant as I thought it would be). Suddenly two classmates arrived (late, by the way), let’s call them Girl 1 and Girl 2, they both sat right behind me. Girl 1 almost broke down in tears, telling the other one how much she loves her boyfriend but wants to break up with him. Now, that caught my attention! Girl 1 proceeded to explain how this guy was so overprotective, jealous and controlling… And he doesn’t even live here. She wants to leave town, study abroad as an excuse to break up with him. Girl 2, being smart enough, told her how she should just get over it and end up a relationship that isn’t healthy at all.

Isn’t it sad that I find WAY more interesting this girl’s problem (which had a very obvious solution) than a class that's so related to what I’m gonna do for the rest of my life? In Spain, colleges are supposed to be harder and kick ass, it worries me that I don’t have enough passion for my major and then, I wouldn't make the grade (and that will, eventually, mean the end of the world indeed).

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Wrote You a Five-Page

Today (now, yesterday), my bff and I spent the afternoon sending e-mails to residencies and universities. It sounds boring, but we actually got to buy a lot of junk food and watch Stylista (we sound fat, but we are not, really).


Mails:
Nothing exiting, just us trying to sound smart and formal. Showing that we are interested in the information, but not too much that we look desperate (it’s like dealing with boys, you see).


Now we just have to wait. We’re hoping for answers like “Oh! You shouldn’t worry about a thing; you’ve everything safe and clean here! And also FREE =) just because you girls are pretty, I mean, really really pretty!”… But we would settle for an e-mail that just answers our questions.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

I was Sort of Disappearing

Today was my last first day of school here in Mexico (hopefully). Basically, it was blah.

Even yesterday was blah. Generally I choose carefully my clothes, my notebooks, buy a bunch of stuff I think I would need but I end up not using in the whole semester, I even perform a Brazilian wax on myself (It’s winter, I know… I seriously can’t explain it); but yesterday, nuh-uh.

Today was as boring as it could be. Well, no, actually in the last class this funny thing happened, a guy told this joke about a building falling on a children’s hospital… But it’s the kind of joke you have to be there to understand it (and have a really cruel sense of humor).


I still have one more class in about… Now. So, bye.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

When I Really Worry About Something, I Don't Just Fool Around

My bff (I figured I will mention her often, so I shortened “best friend” to bff, sue me), well, yeah, she and I pulled a Rory Gilmore today and made a pro/con list of possible universities in Spain. Our list started with the University of Coruña, University of Valladolid and University of Alcalá, here’s the summary of how our list went:

University of Coruña:

Pro – The beach! It’s near the beach! Yay! Points, points, points!

Con – There’s the rumor that the teachers are kinda rude. Points off… Wait! What language do people speak in Coruña? Galician? Really…? Ok, Coruña is out.

Now, Valladolid vs. Alcalá.

“Alcalá is in Madrid, we could go to concerts… Or fashion week!”

“But Valladolid is not that big, not that complicated… And it’s near Madrid, so we get the best of both worlds”

“It’s more impressive to say that we studied in Madrid”

“At the end we studied in Spain, it’s not that different. Besides, Madrid is more expensive”

“The prices don’t change that much, really”

“It would be pretty hard to move around Madrid, you know? Being that big”

“But because of being so big, we would always have something near”

“Uhm… Honestly, I would be happy with either of them”

“We should just… Wait to see which one admit us, and then decide”

“I’m tired… Let’s go for coffee or something”

“Ok!”

Yes, we got to the conclusion of: getting to a conclusion later… And because we are mature enough to know that we are not mature enough to have our own apartment, we started considering the options of residencies (in both places, of course). Decisions are just as hard, especially since all residencies offer the same basic stuff.

So, this day we learned that in Coruña people speak Galician… That’s progress, right?

Friday, January 8, 2010

More Places and More Names

The first thing you need to know about me is that: I’m a spoiled brat. I hardly do something for myself and I have terrible social skills.

Second thing you need to know: I hate that about myself.

In about 6 months, more or less, I’m planning to move out of my parents’ house, of my country, actually… Hell, of my whole continent. My best friend (who is kind of a brat too) and I are moving from Mexico to Spain.

I’m 19, and I know it’s pretty normal for people my age to leave home. But this whole thing scares the hell out of me. I don’t know how to cook something other than cookies (which I do really well, but still), I have never used a washing machine, I don’t really know the value of money and… Have I mention I have terrible social skills? I mean, I’m truly awkward. I just stand there, make terrible jokes or just looking petrified.

Also, I have a boyfriend of 3 years (of relationship, you know) and a dog who I love as if I gave birth to her. It kills me to leave them. Not kidding.

So, yeah. All this, not easy.